My poor Dad seems to have a continuing run of bad luck when it comes to sucky employers. There was as some might remember the whole debarcle pre-Christmas 2004 when the place he'd worked at for 15 years decided to give him the old heave-ho and then the challenge of getting them for unfair dismissal. SO he wanted to get out of that industry and start something new, and since then poor Dad has had trouble finding his place in the workforce.
I don't know why my family kept it from me, but I only found out a couple of days ago that Dad's no longer doing delivery work anymore because again, basically his boss was a bit of a prick (this time, no evidence of something we could take him on, unfortunately). I was initially told Dad was put on standby because the company lost the delivery contract, but then last night Mum told me she suspects it was because he made a pay enquiry with his boss after working on a public holiday and the boss apparently flew off the handle. How can people be such total arses?
So this morning Dad had an appointment with a recruitment agency that Ivan had set up (bless his cotton socks). I went along with him before work as it was an informal get-together just to hand in a Resume basically and arrange a time to fill out paperwork, etc. She was such a positive person and was very reassuring, so I hope something comes out of it that above all else makes Dad happy! God knows he deserves to be happy after putting up with crappy workplaces for so many years.
It really got me down thinking about it last night, probably because I remember my own crappy experiences. Thankfully, I have had pretty good working relationships throughout my working life, but when I started off at Bi-Lo as a 15 year old I had the biggest dickhead as a boss, ever. He gave me a written warning on Christmas Eve for the love of god! In fact, the only two written warnings I ever got were in the first 3 months of working there, both from him, and I worked with that company for 9 years with no other verbal warnings, even. I hate that man to this very day.
So, get it off your chest, what bad experiences in the workforce have you guys faced?
When I was working as a beach boy, the good looking guys were scoring with the tourist chick like every day, while in a year I scored twice.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was selling ladies' underwear, virtually all my customers did not speak English, hence I could not score with any of them.
When I was working as an interpreter, I was never able to score with no recent divorcees or chicks who ended up in the hospital or jail, any female victims or even chicks who's boyfriend/husband was incarcerated for an extended period of time.
I work 70 hours and 6 days a week. I have been doing so for the last 3 years. Even if I looked like Brad Pitt, I wouldn't have the time or energy to score.
I'm seeing a pattern here... :P
ReplyDeleteYeah Jun, I've said it to you before and I'll say it again, your work hours make me a sad panda :(
Hey Mel, I remember about the BS with your dad. I hope it all works out, and even allowing for your comment about BF2 (and not loading it since Aug, I see your still in the OZF team)
ReplyDeleteHope to catch up soon, and regards to Ivan.
Take Care Mel !!!
Mambo