Work rant (LONG)
Okay. So a year ago I left my beloved home in California. Well, home wasn't so beloved, but my family and friends and the land I lived in were beloved. I was deep in debt, and desperately in need of a safe home for Rotten, Bodie, and myself. So I moved to the godawful desert in Nevada, where it was foretold that high paying jobs grew on trees for anyone with a clean background to pluck.
I took the first job I found. It didn't start off high paying, but the promises they made! Everyone was wonderfully friendly, I saw that right off. The benefits package covered anything and everything: dental, vision, and health were all paid for after nine months of employment. Long wait, but a great package! Promotions were frequent if you were a hard worker. I asked about the pay raise: I could easily achieve $20/hr within two years if I DIDN'T even get promoted! And best of all, they'd pay for 100% of my education. I'd work four ten hour days, or three twelve hour days---that means three to four day weekends! Does a better job exist?
Within two months, I had a raise and a promotion. Two months after that I had another promotion. I hold what is well-known to be the hardest, least thankful, backbreaking position there. I took our storage yard that from the worst in North America to the best in North America, out of all the labs opened by my employer. This includes Canada's labs! They talked about sending me to other labs for me to fix their mess, too, I was so good. Our clients and even our freight shipping drivers went to my boss and told her how good I was, what an improvement I was. Employees who used to turn down overtime rather than work in the yard, because it was so frustrating and backbreaking, started coming in happily every day to work in my yard because the yard under my care was different. Pleasant.
The boss started telling me I was hiding samples that belonged to the client. That she'd seen me making out with my boyfriend on the job. That I was mistreating my employees, and there'd been complaints. A customer I never spoke to supposedly made complaints about my interactions with him. And I was said to be making my employees do all the labor and I did none myself. None of these things ever occurred--I even apologized to my employees in case I'd come off so viciously to them, and each of them was not only saying it wasn't them that complained, they were ANGRY that someone said that about me. And in my current position I'm required to work five eight hour days. I'm also not given the federally required break times.
A year into this job, I still have no benefits except dental. I found that out today, when I went to use the vision benefits. I still do not make a dollar over starting wage--I don't even make ten dollars an hour. I'm still working my fingers until they crack and bleed from the dry bags of dirt I haul around. Today I found out that I'm listed as a part time worker (I used to work sixty hours in one week, and i've always worked at least forty) and that I'm not eligible for education benefits.
I've never felt so used by a job. I've wasted this year here. I'm not out of debt, I'm not educated, I hate the home I live in, and my job has not made it worth it.
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