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Ladies and gents, this is the
                          final Bee-otch of the Day of 2013. Today's
                          subject is a douchebag I've wanted to give the
                          honor to for the past decade or so, but
                          haven't had the liberty to do so.
                        
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                        Well, I have saved one of the worst for last. 
                        
                        And ladies and gents, this is a Bee-otch of the
                        Day over 10 years in the making.
                        
                        You know, it's never nice to bite the hand that
                        feeds you. If you're a dog and you bite your
                        owner, chances are that you're going to end up
                        back at the pound. But if that hand belongs to
                        your boss, well, he can fire you and you're out
                        on the streets.
                        
                        For over a decade, I had probably one of the
                        worst bosses in Grand Rapids. He was somebody I
                        would never wish on somebody. However, it's been
                        almost a year since I last saw him, and life's
                        been better all because of it.
                        
                        When I was growing up in northern Michigan, I
                        wanted to be a DJ. But, I learned from other
                        jocks that the pay sucks and the owners up north
                        were anal about keeping jocks for an extended
                        period of time. So, I got into computers, and
                        wanted to be a graphic artist.
                        
                        I went to two different trade schools and
                        graduated in 2001. However, the economy took a
                        shit and nobody wanted a novice like me. I ended
                        up going back to my old job washing dishes but
                        my hours were cut because they hired a much
                        older man for the job who needed the money more
                        than me. Since I was living with my mom and
                        stepfather at the time, they wanted me to find a
                        job that supplied more hours so I didn't turn
                        into a slacker who stayed up all night and slept
                        all day. So, I ended up working at a gas station
                        a few miles away for less pay, but more hours.
                        
                        Life was good there for a while, but my Arab
                        bosses sold out to a downstate family that knew
                        nothing about running a gas station. They cut my
                        hours and gave them to a junkie who lived across
                        the street from the store. To make the plot
                        thicken more, my asshole stepdad and my mom made
                        me sign a crapload of apartment leases because
                        they didn't give a damn about me living with
                        them. I was about to become another loser who
                        was forced to have two jobs in a small town
                        where people about you talked behind your back.
                        
                        Thankfully, just a week after I turned 21, one
                        of the companies that I applied for told me that
                        there was an opening. It was in Grand Rapids.
                        The job interview wasn't even that long; while
                        filling out my app, I got to the references
                        section and the soon-to-be-boss told me, "I need
                        you now. You're going on probation and your
                        first day is Monday". I had to get my aunt to
                        let me into her place NOW. I succeeded on short
                        notice. 
                        
                        Sadly, I had to work with a Bosnian man with a
                        very short temper who yelled and screamed at me
                        daily. I felt that I had no choice but to take
                        his abuse since it took me a year to get this
                        job. I got an apartment and was hoping that the
                        future would be brighter. I kept telling myself
                        that the economy was going to improve and that
                        there would be more openings soon.
                        
                        After a year and a half, I got my first raise:
                        50 cents. I was looking forward to working at
                        this company, but thanks to the bad economy -
                        especially here in Grand Rapids - that wasn't
                        meant to be. I was told by others that they
                        haven't had a raise in years and that the boss
                        was the type who liked one person over the other
                        and so on.
                        
                        You see, this company was founded in the late
                        80's when two men who worked for a well-known
                        Christian business learned that they were
                        shutting down their division of the company. So
                        they, alongside one of the guy's sons started
                        this company. The father and son were nice,
                        decent people while the other guy, my boss was
                        the peon. He was more of a silent partner until
                        the early 90's when he decided that he wanted
                        more control. He would walk around the plant
                        asking people why they weren't running their
                        machines faster. The people aimed for quality,
                        not quantity. So, since he was the VP, they
                        adhered to his decision. However, the old man
                        would come out and ask why they were running
                        faster, and he would remind them that he was the
                        boss and not him. 
                        
                        Under the older man's management, the company
                        was well-oiled. People got raises and turnover
                        was low. However, he retired around the same
                        time I came in, and the new boss took over.
                        
                        Well, I waited and waited for my next raise. It
                        never happened. Instead, the boss created a
                        program where if the whole shop produced
                        X-amount of units on time, we all got a $25
                        Meijer card. Yep, we got groceries, but no real
                        raise. One of my co-workers even brought it up
                        during a company meeting and asked when we were
                        going to get raises, and the boss hommina'd,
                        "come to my office and we'll talk." The next
                        day, the boss came to him and screamed that he
                        was paying everybody 50 cents extra per hour
                        when they earn the card. Yet, the guy down the
                        street paid his employees more. 
                        
                        Even worse, in 2006, our company went to a
                        health savings account for our healthcare. He
                        expected us to contribute to our new
                        high-deductible plan with our paltry wages. I
                        was young, but wasn't invincible. That year,
                        while I was at O'Hare Airport in Chicago
                        changing gates en route to my mom's in Arizona,
                        I collapsed and was rushed to the hospital.
                        Since I bumped my head, I had a CT scan. The
                        whole shindig was over $3,000. If it weren't for
                        my grandmother, I would be further in the poor
                        house. 
                        
                        Sadly, things only got worse at work. Years of
                        no raises started to pinch me more financially.
                        My boss would go on vacation and come back
                        screaming at people asking why they didn't
                        produce enough, even though they're the
                        most-productive people in the plant. Hell, he
                        went after me many times, asking why I didn't do
                        things HIS way. I was afraid to tell the truth
                        to him. The truth was, he wasn't paying me
                        enough to do this shit. I was the in the top
                        five in the plant seniority-wise and I was one
                        of the lowest-paid workers. I saw too many good
                        people get canned or leave because of his
                        micromanaging. He would splurge over a million
                        bucks on a new machine, but when it came to his
                        workers, they were all replaceable to him, no
                        matter how hard they worked.
                        
                        In 2010, I got into a car accident and I was at
                        fault. I was forced to buy a new car shortly
                        after the Cash For Clunkers program ended,
                        leaving me with few choices for a decent
                        vehicle. The car I got had a multitude of issues
                        and I took it to a less-than-reputable
                        dealership to fix them all. They charged me an
                        arm and a leg for everything. Because of this, I
                        was not only paying a car loan, but the enormous
                        debt this car put me through. I hoped for lots
                        of overtime and Meijer cards to keep me afloat.
                        
                        But then, the shoe fell. We were earning Meijer
                        cards left and right for our hard work, but that
                        came to an end. Our boss decided that instead of
                        rewarding us, he would reward himself. So, since
                        business was at its slowest in years, he decided
                        to ask us all how we could be more productive.
                        We all knew the answer: give us all raises and
                        leave us the fuck alone. Because work was so
                        slow, I was being forced to pay my bills with
                        credit cards, and that made things worse.
                        Because I was not making it on 40 hours, I was
                        forced to dump my cable and start donating
                        plasma at BioLife. Even that came to a stop
                        because my stress level grew immensely and my
                        pulse was too high every time I visited.
                        
                        In early 2012, our boss's bullying worked... For
                        him. In that Spring, he went on not one, not
                        two, but FOUR vacations. One of them was to
                        Hawaii where he came back to California on an
                        aircraft carrier. He couldn't give us a raise
                        and he couldn't give us better healthcare. I did
                        went on two job interviews, but they were busts
                        because of my lack of work experience. 
                        
                        I worked on second shift all my life, but that
                        was going to change. All the people in my
                        department on first shift either got fired or
                        quit. So, they decided to lump us all on one
                        shift in hopes that they could run our machine
                        faster. I even remembered my first day on first
                        shift. All my years staying up all night made it
                        hard to adjust. I was drinking so much caffeine
                        that I started getting panic attacks for no real
                        reason. When I was on second, I only saw my boss
                        maybe two hours a day tops. Now, it was eight
                        and he felt that he had a right to bitch at me
                        only because I, like everybody in the whole
                        plant, wasn't doing a good job in his eyes. 
                        
                        My department sucked. I was training new people
                        it seemed almost every week to do my job. Even
                        worse, one of the new people told me that she
                        was getting paid 50 cents more per hour than I
                        was. Did I tell you that when I moved from
                        second to first shift, I lost my shift premium?
                        I was now getting paid LESS than when I first
                        started. No wonder why my panic attacks only got
                        worse and worse.
                        
                        I wanted to tell my boss to give me back my
                        shift premium. Guess what happened instead? An
                        old lady who worked in my department who was in
                        the same boat I was went to the boss and
                        complained. A few days later, she was shown the
                        door. I really wanted to write to my boss on how
                        much of a prick he was and do it anonymously.
                        But, thankfully, a miracle happened.
                        
                        It was one year ago this week that our boss had
                        us come to one of our machines, and he made the
                        announcement that he was retiring. The other guy
                        who founded the company took over his remaining
                        shares. He did have one more sick trick up his
                        sleeve: he didn't give us a Christmas bonus.
                        Asshole. 
                        
                        My boss officially retired New Years Eve, 2012.
                        However, the damage was done. I was still having
                        panic attacks and it got to the point where I
                        had to see a doctor. She told me to cut out
                        caffeine, and it worked. I have only had one can
                        of Monster since. 
                        
                        Since my new boss took over, things have gotten
                        dramatically better. We're making a profit
                        again, we don't have a dumbass breathing down
                        our neck every day, turnover has lowered and
                        guess what: I GOT A RAISE! I'm still a slight
                        hair over poverty wage, but it's better than
                        what a lot of people make. Oh, and to add insult
                        to injury, I heard that my ex-boss was down in
                        Florida several months ago and impaled his foot
                        on a nail while hauling a boat in the ocean.
                        Womp. Womp.
                        
                        John Lennon once sang that Instant Karma's gonna
                        get you. Sadly, these days, karma isn't that
                        instant much of the time. When somebody hurts
                        you - especially on a financial standpoint -
                        deep down inside, you want that person to be in
                        your shoes and you want them to know what it's
                        like to be broke all the time and making ends
                        meet. My ex-boss had his life handed to him. He
                        started working in my industry when he was fresh
                        out of high school and from what I've heard, he
                        wasn't that great of a worker. He married, had
                        kids but his wife left him. His own kids didn't
                        even live with him after the divorce. Being a
                        "Christian", he banned alcohol from our company
                        parties, but insiders all told me that he had
                        one of the biggest liquor cabinets in all of
                        Kent County and the booze would flow big-time on
                        Saturday nights. I even drove by his property
                        and I couldn't see his house from the road. He
                        got to live in the lap of luxury while I was
                        stuck in the ghetto.
                        
                        My point is, if you're a Christian
                        businessperson, please read Matthew 19:23. If
                        you treat your employees like shit by giving
                        them slave wages, God will cut you down. I hope
                        my ex-boss's impaled foot taught him a lesson. I
                        might never see a single dime from his pocket
                        ever again, but you know what, seeing God's
                        wrath on him is worth every penny.
                        
                        And the sad thing is, even Scrooge had a heart
                        at the end.
                        
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