(This is that part where I enter the disclosure notice and let you guys know that names will be changed in order to protect the identity of certain individuals who were apart of the real life narrative and what not)!
Okay so there are some things that I cant talk about due to the fact that I haven't released any of that information in the previous narratives. (Come on guys we all knew that was the exact line I was going to come with next). Anyways that wasn't beside the point but it was, lets just say I got this job sorting mail simply because well I needed a job to pay my rent for my room and what not. Well keep in mind that I have been working in the area for a little over 3 years now, so I find this Job in San Leandro (that would be on the opposite side of Fremont where I usually go). Little bit of a ways away and I hope we all know that Im not talking about the distance, I am talking real raw California traffic turning a 30 min trip into an hour long one.
Lets fast forward to me and my bad behavior, I smoke and those of you who read this on a regular I would like you know that I smoked my whole trip there, because the concept of this job was dealing with postal workers and things like that, the Indeed AD made it seem that it was more like a office behind the counter type of ordeal. I am not really sure if I want to disclose the information so for now we will call this place MFE.CO. I am going to start this narrative off with the interview process, as that whole situation was a bit out of whack from the start. Firstly I walk in and I'm over dressed and I couldn't find the door *cue Christmas song* (its beginning to sound a lot like something I would do). Once i'm in there feeling awkward as ever, I firstly get handed a drug screen (we all know where this going, can we go just jump forward and act like what was said was said?) No? Ha okay.
Well I will come out and admit, that yes I did in fact smoke in the car up to the point where I smoked before I walked in (yes alot of us had in fact read the failed drug test narrative). However the test was a mouth swab, so now I want you to picture me sitting there nodding off with a plastic stick in my mouth partially drooling to the point of no return, I am really saddened that NO ONE DECIDED TO WAKE ME! Yes out of the what was 5 which has now turned into at least 12, is staring at me. By this time the drug test was soaked to the point it had the indicator tab bleeding out everywhere, it was hard to believe that the test would take. Not to mention that the person that they had conducting the drug test, was taking it step by step. Kind of like a sloth, he was real casual, the hardest part to watch was when he had us do the fingerprinting, it was awful. Every missed fingerprint was just like a three month infomercial but he went through with every aching detail.
He was doing his best but the room really started to fill in with even more confused faces but we trudged on. I kept note in the back of my head when it came to my surroundings and certain people I know that I would see repeatedly. Once it was said and done and I got the call that passed (I know surprising right) I patiently waited for my first day. Once I receive the call and I am in on my first day I take a small look around, the warehouse wasn't much and there was barely a staff. The place wasn't loud and the work I figured wasn't that terrible, after all the main thing we did was sort extremely large bags of mail, nothing too huge. At least that's how I perceived it on the outside looking in. It almost seemed too simple and the workers looked casual, like this was a regular laid back day job and it really had me amazed.
It also had me bothered because, I have never seen people so chill when it comes to warehouses but low and behold there is definitely more to come. The training tutorial didnt seem like much and neither did the managers, my manager was alright for the most part, I mean he had a good attitude, dragon ball z hairstyle (he never fully acknowledged it but im going to because he looked like a super saiyan level 3 with a nice slick cut on both sides I actually thought it was great). I also thought he was a bit strange and carried a harsh attitude, but oh well persecute me because it could just be me and the mindset I have on warehouse jobs.
Now I want to take a second to talk about about a few of the people I met in this narrative, as they were by far the most interesting group of people that I have ever met. Alot of them were young but that didnt really pose a problem for me, I actually kind of liked it. There was an older group of people and I liked them just as equal. It was kind of awkward how I still fit in the older category though. I will start to introduce everyone one by one by name and I will go through their detail as they come up in future narratives!
1. Keith
2. Beneers
3. Chai
4. Arianna
5. Jose
6. pitcher
7. Andre
These people are the main individuals in this narrative but more of them will be named in the future this is just where I want to start as a pilot point, I worked this job for a few months so there is going to be a lot to tell. I like to try and keep these narratives somewhat short because I know a lot of people do not like reading lengthy things. Once again! That's besides the point however its not HAHA. Keith would be the individual with the dragon ball z hair who I said had kind of a shit attitude. I think the worst part was that you couldn't even tell if he was dragon ball z fan.
His attitude was horrible though, the way snapped and demanded at people and the way he would half ass voice his opinion on the most ridiculous things, we had these large gondola like mail bins, they were tall and were like 6 feet high, Keith had this thing where he would bitch if the bags were too high, and he would like to take it upon himself to pull you to the side and scold you for about 5 min, when he could've just pulled the bag from the top and threw it in another gondola (as all the other car pushers would do however Keith would love to complain and have you do it instead.
I recall a time where someone tossed in a bag at the last minuet I was taking a gondola and right as I stop what I'm doing to correct the mistake, Keith immediately storms up to me and says "Andeigh im tired of repeating myself on this, can we stop stacking the bags so high, Im going to get in trouble with the drivers I can't keep saying these things" now knowing me and what I said next "In the time you came over to express your issue, I could've damn near corrected it, Im not the one who threw in the las bag need I mind you, and I think its honestly a dick move how you can view the situation from afar and still presume to think it was my fault that the bags are high, now can you get out of my way we need to do more work and less talk", I said what I had to and I kept on walking of course. It was from that moment on me and Keith had a negative relationship.
How could I honestly sit there and let that be my problem, I observe my surroundings and I watched him watch me, watch someone else throw that bag in at the last minuet. Then it gets to a point where I watched him, watch me stop and get ready to correct the issue. Some people tell me I was too harsh in my response, I will personally say that I felt like I could match his attitude. He was a big bully around the workplace and I had such a hard time with bosses being bullies I already dealt with that shit at my last few jobs. The difference was those were some name brand companies I was working for.
The more Learned about Keith from the other workers the more I broke him down, I learned that when he was a lower level he performed the worst, he was lazy had an attitude and was the the bully that he was now. I also learned that he was single, mid 40s, no kids, and not even a pet. For some reason hearing these things almost made me feel somewhat sorry for the guy, but I learned not to pity terrible people at such an early age. I had also learned that he had been staying with his parents and lived an even more bitter life and came to the warehouse to bully others. The man was ruthless and had no care for anyone he spent a lot of his professional time being a sneak. Looking over mail bins, taking photos, making phone calls, backstabbing his friends. The worst of the worst to keep the upper hand. Unfortunately overt time he lost his power and he crumbled.
Corporate started ignoring his calls, his hours were being stripped, he received complaint and complaint for his rude behavior, he was permitted to stay out of the office and come throw mail with us level one workers, there we were allowed to throw things and rudely berate him, the way he did us. Finally he gave up and started missing work he eventually got fired and all be came no better then it already was. I was gone months before then, but I stayed around on the sidelines to watch. I guess sometimes you have to sit back and watch people destroy themselves either they learn or they dont.
This is a continuation post so consider this part 1, I am introducing separate people per post thank you! By the way this is the first official post of the year!
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