This is it everyone the final chapter to my last days at Amazon. Now in this I am also going to introduce my new job in very vague details because that deserves a post all of its own. So here we go.
I am going to place my self in the shipping dock where we last left off. After Eduardo happened to ruin my transfer and what not. I was pretty pissed to be honest with you. So I decided to take all that hate and rn it off as I unloaded trucks tirelessly for the next nine hours. Can I mention that he grouped me with the worst people ever none of them could lift. Like Zero. Nada. Zip. Goose eggs. The box had to be empty for them to pull down from the top of the truck.
Even palletizing became a headache because while I was in the truck busting my mediocre ass. They all stood around and talked about their husbands or possible sex interests. I didn't fall into that category nor did I have any relatable content aside from Jake. I wasn't spilling that because he was my own personal story. Like a dirty secret if you will. Things with Jake were wild on the side but unfortunately that content is for a post in the future.
ANNNNNNYYYYWAAAYYYSSS, I am in the truck throwing boxes feeling like a mad woman. So I mad I didn't notice this box I had my hands on read "Two person lift" in a big red sticker on the side, so what did I do. I used all what little strength I had to pull the box down and whoops it was too late when I noticed the sticker. I twisted my knee in the worst way possible and felt things no decent human being who barely works out should feel. The people outside were too busy talking to notice, so I shook it off with tears flooding my eyes. Until about two hours later when the pain had gotten so bad I had to go suck up my pride and go limp over to Eduardo who awkwardly was the only one at the desk.
Trust me I waited around the corner for like 20min but no one came. Not much came out of it except a "go home see a doctor and come back". Considering he was a manager I took what he said and his 3yrs experience as a manager and I went home. To find myself waiting tirelessly at an Urgent care because I dint think it was serious enough for me to waste my life in the E.R. Plus they have free candy can you blame me? The diagnosis after failing some weird knee test was that I had two torn ligaments and that I needed and MRI and only real hospitals give those. So what did I do?
I took my doctors note and limped out of there and went on a medical leave just because I talked the doctor into giving me three weeks off. It was weird being back in my bed after already having time off but I enjoyed it as I sulked in my misery. It wasn't really fun considering I couldn't walk so that was a damper in my plans. Things seemed to go fine until I went to check my schedule to see if it was still blacked out for my time off considering at this point in time it was time for me to go back in less then 4 days.
I never got and MRI so I gave myself 3 extra weeks which the leave team approved but it turns out my schedule told me I was in the negative of 150 hours because my 3 extra weeks weren't approved. When I called the leave team they weren't much help except that they went from a medical leave to a personal one to back cover my hours which didn't work because HR denied it thanks too me signing my soul away to all those write ups.
Did I mention this went on with me in the negative and with HR leading me on for like a month? No? Or how about the part where Edward actually quit in the time I was under my blanket and couldn't walk? Chaos had ensued at this point because HR day and Night didn't know what to do except reassure me that I wasn't getting fired just yet. Key words peeps, key words. At that point I could walk and I felt invincible. AZ was gone at this point so I had too hold my own at this point boy was it tough with all the speculation, and gossip. People would make fun of me and tell me that I was getting fired at that point.
Plus Jason had permanently moved to day shift but his ceremony was a flop. Nobody cried and wrote his name all over the brag board like they did AZ. So I guess you could say that was my own personal revenge. I finally felt free and also really scared of my new manager Clarabelle. I ducked her for like two weeks and it turns out she was really cool the first go around until she started getting on me about my hours. It didn't help to hear stories about her turning on other people. She was with me when I made my final trip to the HR office. That visit was intense due to the fact that I found out that nobody even knew I had gotten hurt because Edward never submitted any workers comp claims.
There I was screwed all over again even after he had departed. At that point HR kind of hinted at me that, that might have been the end of the road. However good thing I was starting up the process to get my new job. So this time around I wasn't really scared of anything and I took my last few days like a champ and awkwardly stopped coming to work every time I lost my badge. I was negative hours anyways so who cared if I went too work. I used the last of my personal time to leave early and one day to go in and put in yet another personal leave.
Now as I am in Starbucks writing a post and drinking a very tasty frappe I receive a phone call from HR. She gave me the spiel about how I was out of options and there was nothing they could do blah blah blah. I was left with two options: "resign or termination". Lucky for me an e-mail from my new job popped up with my start date so with that being said...I quit and I am never looking back. I slept better that night and with my new job on the way life was still pretty shitty but hey I am working my up to a better ending.
I just wanted too add that two days before I ran into Casey..............and my ex crush. What a perfect time to get out of that place.
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