Minor update.
Feb. 11th, 2007 06:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
palmer_kunManagement is incompetent.
First off, no asbestos. Yay. They did that earlier this week. Instead, I'm hauling brick. Fuck.
See, when we knocked down all the walls, we had to stack all the 30 pound cinder blocks up in the rooftop courtyard outside where we were working.
But we can't leave them there forever. So the plan is to ferry them by hand through a tiny litte door, across the roof, and to the edge.
We then loaded them into a boom lift, who lowered them down and dumped them in big bins for that purpose.
This is all fine and well, except for the part about my forearms begging to be chopped off because they can't take carrying those blocks in one hand each.
But then we have a problem! A quite simple one really. We only got 2 bins to dump bricks into.
...
We have a HELL of a lot more than 2 bins worth of bricks to do. Not to mention all the rubble, and then the scrap metal and wood.
So we fill the two bins. And then because we can't work anymore, we go home. After only 8 hours.
Not 12. Not overtime. 2am.
I'm livid. I cancelled plans this weekend to take these shifts. I only agreed to do these night shifts BECAUSE they were 12 hours, and thus OT and all that. I do not want to be working till just 2am. Fuck that shit.
We finished work and I'm still WIRED. I can still carry blocks fine. My basic stamina is good to go (just not my forearms). I stayed up late and slept in so I'd be awake at the right time, buggered my whole weekend... for 8 hours.
If I wanted 8 hours, I'd have worked next week. During the day.
The foreman fucked up - but he's proven very good at that in general. He didn't get us enough bins to do the work we needed to do. We barely got through half the bricks, and there's still rubble on top of that. And so we get shorted hours.
At least he drove me all the way home at 2am. Saved![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sunlit_mists having to come get me - the original plan because the train isn't running until 8am on sunday mornings.
I'm back tonight... of course. I commited to the shift, I'm gonna do it. But Target WILL be hearing about this, because I am livid. I only took this on the basis it was 12 hours. Of course, it's not Target's fault, and they can't really do anything about it, but I am lodging a formal complaint. They had FIVE temps out there for this 12 hour shift, and we're all grumpy about it.
Bah. Sleep.
First off, no asbestos. Yay. They did that earlier this week. Instead, I'm hauling brick. Fuck.
See, when we knocked down all the walls, we had to stack all the 30 pound cinder blocks up in the rooftop courtyard outside where we were working.
But we can't leave them there forever. So the plan is to ferry them by hand through a tiny litte door, across the roof, and to the edge.
We then loaded them into a boom lift, who lowered them down and dumped them in big bins for that purpose.
This is all fine and well, except for the part about my forearms begging to be chopped off because they can't take carrying those blocks in one hand each.
But then we have a problem! A quite simple one really. We only got 2 bins to dump bricks into.
...
We have a HELL of a lot more than 2 bins worth of bricks to do. Not to mention all the rubble, and then the scrap metal and wood.
So we fill the two bins. And then because we can't work anymore, we go home. After only 8 hours.
Not 12. Not overtime. 2am.
I'm livid. I cancelled plans this weekend to take these shifts. I only agreed to do these night shifts BECAUSE they were 12 hours, and thus OT and all that. I do not want to be working till just 2am. Fuck that shit.
We finished work and I'm still WIRED. I can still carry blocks fine. My basic stamina is good to go (just not my forearms). I stayed up late and slept in so I'd be awake at the right time, buggered my whole weekend... for 8 hours.
If I wanted 8 hours, I'd have worked next week. During the day.
The foreman fucked up - but he's proven very good at that in general. He didn't get us enough bins to do the work we needed to do. We barely got through half the bricks, and there's still rubble on top of that. And so we get shorted hours.
At least he drove me all the way home at 2am. Saved
sunlit_mists having to come get me - the original plan because the train isn't running until 8am on sunday mornings.I'm back tonight... of course. I commited to the shift, I'm gonna do it. But Target WILL be hearing about this, because I am livid. I only took this on the basis it was 12 hours. Of course, it's not Target's fault, and they can't really do anything about it, but I am lodging a formal complaint. They had FIVE temps out there for this 12 hour shift, and we're all grumpy about it.
Bah. Sleep.
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Date: 2007-02-11 02:31 pm (UTC)strangely, all I could think of while reading this was Why Paddy's not at work today (if you've never heard it, let me know, and I'll try to scrounge up an mp3. it's hilarious!
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Date: 2007-02-11 02:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-02-11 08:42 pm (UTC)I'll have to scrounge around for an mp3.
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Date: 2007-02-11 05:21 pm (UTC)Loser. He deserves to have his toes cut off one by one. Bah. Incompetance pisses me off!
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Date: 2007-02-11 08:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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