*RANT*
While I am not having fun and getting spanked by Daddy, I also have a big girl job. A job that I was very lucky to have during this last few years.
How ever, over the course of time that I have been employed has not been easy.
I initially took this job in order to help out my brother in-law while his uncle was sick. This man was amazing and gave me a new perspective on the generation before mine. We had such mutual respect for one another and pride in our work.
But he was so sick, and was in and out of the hospital for the entirety of the first year of my training. It took a lot of determination and hard work to train myself with very little guidance or help. But I was so proud of that. To see how hard I could push myself both physically and mentally.
Being a woman in a male dominated work space was the next challenge. There were older men who if they weren’t trying to sleep with you, would criticize the way you move. I couldn’t even take a day off without being mocked or criticized by fellow wear house men.
These were the same men that dumped product in large pallets on the printing floor, complain about walking up stairs, hiding things so they didn’t have to put them away and bitched if I asked for help.
That was the first battle of many.
- Sexist/Misogynistic comments
- Limited Pay, while also promises of raises that never took place.
- Belittled for asking for Products to stay productive
- Working the Job of 3 people: upper management confirming this
- Being under minded by upper management
And to top it all off, one of the shittiest Trainees I have ever witnessed in my life! Not only did she not like owning up to her mistakes, constantly argumentative about any suggestions, temper that would flare and the slightest touch and on her phone constantly, hiding, like she was 14! This woman was 54 years old and acted like a toddler!
One day, I had had enough of her shit and tried to talk to her about making some adjustments so that we could have a more efficient working atmosphere. And she blew a fuse!!! I’m talking up in my face screaming at me like a cornered cat. I was terrified and confused….
I had done nothing to this woman but shared my knowledge, patience and even a few belly laughs. At that point that relationship was gone.
Taking this to management I was given the same response I always was. Talk it out and take on more task. No solutions, no reprimands, just “let it go”.
In the time that I have spent at this company I have never felt more unheard, unseen and taken advantage of. When I would ask my upper management to intervene, I was given bandage solutions or brushed off. I gave them my time, body and effort, and they gave me a kick in the face. I made this job my whole life because I had no other choice. I didn’t want to fail.
Two days ago I walked out of my work without a second glance. But not before getting screamed at by the banshee I called a coworker for the last time. I am so done….
No more dread as I pull myself out of bed, no more anxiety filled drives to work, no more disrespect and lies… No more
P.S. I still haven’t been reached out to by HR and I doubt I ever will.
