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Started a new temp job at a toy factory. 8.25 an hour, 12 hour shifts. 2 days off, 3 days on, 2 days on, 3 days off, repeat. Funny that as soon as I started the job, there's been sickness going around Ohio. Had to leave one shift about halfway through because I suddenly lost energy and then ended up vomiting. Then I had to leave again because of flu-like symptoms. I don't go back in until the next round of shifts, giving me enough time to recover.
When I came back the following day the first time, every single one of my co-workers told me that they were surprised I didn't get fired for the sin of leaving early regardless of reason. Apparently the only thing that saved me was that other people have been getting sick and that they're low on people in general which is why they've been hiring temps so aggressively.
In a weird way, I kinda like the job even though I hate it and question the quality of the management given some shit I've heard. The co-workers make it enjoyable, and I get to kinda zone off and daydream about tech stuff as I perform repetitive tasks on the assembly line.
I'll probably get used to it, but I'll probably quit if I can advance my little internship elsewhere.
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You can't fight sickness man. I'm sure they're used to fighting with sickness and working.
I worked as a temp for 5 weeks in a plastic factory in August last year. Hottest days of the year, made even hotter by the fact the machines are making hot plastic. There are giant fans and stuff and gatoraide to drink, but my first 2nd shift after working 3rd shift for two weeks. I was fucking dead at the middle of the shift. I had to fight off passing out until they just told me to go tell management.
Turns out the reason I was about to pass out was the forklifts idling right by where I was working so it wasn't the heat it was the idle exhaust in my face. I did get a compliment from the manager. He worked there 15 years and they made that tractor or car part 15 years and he's never seen them stacked so perfectly like how the instructions asked for them.
Factories and temps. Disposable. I think that I was fired off third shift, before second shift took me. I feel like I was really fucking up on third shift, but completely excelling on second shift.
I'm no blue collar either, yet I kept up with everyone there except for working the hammer and chisels. The previous shift guy could do it. I couldn't. I felt better when the shift manager had every guy in the factory trying to do it. Even the giant 7' tall guy driving the forklift couldn't do it.
I loved the job, even if it was painful. It felt good to work out for 8 hours straight. I had more energy at the end of the shift than I did going in. I did a fuck of a lot more work than the guy on first shift. When I'd come in that guy would complain he gets yelled at for doing nothing but his job. I said that's the problem, if you stand around, you need to do someone else's job. Make them look bad. That's what I do, but I'm a dick like that. The guy said nah fuck that man. This is my position. if they wanted me at the front of the line, I'd be there.
Toward the later half of my 5 weeks I got paired up with a fuck up that was employed by the factory. Well maybe not a fuck up, but a do nothing. This guy followed instructions to a T. He said the same thing, our job is back here, their job is up there. Then pointed out they put you with me, because they're trying to get me fired. I get put with all the new blood. He was a nice guy at first, but turned into a fucking weight I had to carry within 2 days.
Management would come by to question him about something he fucked up on or he'd have to explain why he didn't work the first hour. Well he couldn't get a glove on the entire first hour. So management interrogated him for 30 minutes while I did all the work. Not just that, but first shift had 3 people doing what I was doing myself.
Know what it was? Taking baby food container molds off plastic tarps, measuring them, fucking ionizing every one of the 36 containers, wearing rubber gloves, checking for hair, insects and laying them in a way, then plastic wrapping every 5 of them because dirt would fly up and contaminate them. Doesn't sound hard. Until they come out 3 at a time.
Shockingly I kept up going as quick as I could, probably doing a half ass job, but I kept up and felt great about it. The guy I was paired with kept telling me that we don't need to measure, while the quality control guy told me yes you measure if its past the black line, its warping and they need to be tossed. Every time I tried to tell my partner, he said they're okay. So I had to sound like an idiot to ask the Q&A guy for a second time do we need to measure them. That way my partner could hear him say yes and throw them out.
My final day of work, we had to do Nike pallets. Huge plastic pallets with giant metal rings in the bottom to make sure they don't buckle. Word on the street is there was an order of 10,000 that would take the factory 30+ days to fulfill working 3 shifts 6 days a week.
I was moved up. The worker that thought he was there to get fired was working the back of the line, which was quite a bitch. Taking the pallets from the table, putting the giant metal rings in using a machine. He had a partner, who I liked, I felt he was a competent giant with years of factory experience. My ass of a group leader told me I wasn't to help the back of the line that we were going to let them get backed up and they were fucking backed up. Then the group leader told me, they're trying to get him fired.
Its interesting all the politics. Not just that, but I wanna say my 6th day, some fuck up on 3rd shift rammed somebody's car. I was right there and screamed out holy shit! Then he was like are we okay? Are we okay? Yeah man we're okay, but there's cameras up there. So that was a fun position to be in on my 6th day.
When my line was being changed from baby food containers to Nike pallets, I was put on a 3 man line that had a fuck up on it too. Dude did nothing. Just flirted with the black girl. All shift. had 1 easy job, which was supposed to be my easy job. Nope I got bumped up to his more difficult job, locking and drilling parts. Then the machine operator went to lunch. I ran the entire 3 person thing and never fell behind. I impressed the machine operator.
One operator was even teaching me how to use some kind of handheld jig saw thing. He kept saying to not let the shift manager see he's training me. He'll get in trouble. Then he said by knowing all these machines, you'll be more valuable here and I'll want you working here with me on the easy job. He's right, it was easier than most everything. But if I fucked up cutting then its a thrown away part. Originally I was just supposed to be covering the part with plastic.
ok rant over. Sorry for totally derailing this thread. Ah factory temp jobs. There's always someone new to take your place. When I quit the temp agency they wanted me to still do the day, which I did. Could have been a dick and said nope I make more money doing nothing than I do working for 8 hours.
To be honest, I'm kinda glad it's over. My time there was very brief, but I at least got a tiny bit of money out of it. I wouldn't want to work long-term for any company that fires its employees for temporary health issues beyond their control, anyway.
I remember my old job at a local grocery store, people would constantly call out sick and most of the time they would lie about being sick. This is what pisses employers off. A reduction in workers reduces productivity along with revenue. And also keep in mind, most employers try to avoid firing employees because employee turnover can be very costly for any business.
We've got a long way to become as competitive as the economic gurus need us to be. Keep on minimum wagin' (and sweatshoppin')! *whip crack*