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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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