Another fun narrative guys, but this time we are going to take a step back and take a look into my work life and all the drama going down that path. Not sure where I left off, and that might leave some of you who do know where we left off all types of confused, but bear with me I am only going to write about the most current events for everyone to get perspective into where I'm at right now. This is kind of like "dog days", but definitely more satirical.
Lets fast forward to my last three days under what we call at work "the firehouse". Now under The firehouse , I would do what we call repack. Basically what I did was repackage the inventory to make sure it was all set up when it got to the assembly line. Now my supervisor at this point in time was Roman Oskard, he was a very intense man at first. I got use to him and I enjoyed his work ethic. Things did not really go sour until Howards took over; ever since he and his assistant Marisol took over everything went south and what was once a team turned into a scattered group of individuals trying to figure out who their real friends are.
Howard was callous with an even more callous sense of humor. He always came down hard and condescending and the man could not even show up on time to save his life, that also goes for his buddy Marisol, they were definitely a pair that could not be separated. Similar to Roman and Darrel in that dynamic duo sense. Her on the other hand, she was only eye candy and hardly understanding. She would challenge anyone who would try to disrespect her intellectually, she did not even have to do that. I found out later on down the line that she was really close with the department's area manager. The problem with that connection (if not so apparent) is that if you give her a reason to, she could light a fire under your ass too quick.
I remember her getting into it with Rojelio. I guess the story goes he screamed at her because she was on her high horse with the usual attitude, and he was NOT having it that day. It's one of Marisol's less interesting features, and then again someone's bad qualities are usually less interesting. I would not say she was arrogant, but she definitely felt entitled. However, who wouldn't when you're fucking the supervisor. He was her baseline defense, but we all know she has the area manager in her pocket as well so we don't even bother. She gets her fair share of being made fun of when it came to her nasal high tone and mousey squeak, especially when she got mad. WE BEGGED for her to shut up most days and there's no other way to do that, then well....stay out of her way.
I often viewed Howard as a politician, because this was who the workers made him out to be, especially Leo, who was riding the first class train when it came to being on the wrong side of the team. He had a sense of humor and I guess that was favorable, but I never saw Howard as the joking type. When he did, it was cold and awkward. He was quick to beat his chest at work and that rubbed a lot of people the wrong way. I was confused about how casual he was being when it came down to the rumors of him cheating on his wife for the lead. I am quite sure it did bother him, but his exterior was pretty dense. It's when they took over the team is when I started landing myself in hot water. Marisol came on too strong and she was too frantic on her first day, she couldn't even bother to get my name right.
Trying to assert myself, I head over to Howard and I let him know about the inconvenience of my name (considering it happened twice). He explained to me that it was a simple mistake and he will fix the roster and he also told me to give her a chance before I decide to pass judgment. Things were turning out fine until one day after Marisol starts harassing me about my parts and the way I set up my station. I exchange a few words, and she gets the hint and backs off. It goes on like this for a few days. Sadly what I did not know was that it was going to affect where I go on the team. I did not realize the greatest mistake I made until they yanked me from my comfort zone into a war zone called zone 2. Once over there, I cried and I took a step back and opened my eyes. Now I was determined to get out of this mess!
TO BE CONTINUED.........
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