Today marks the start of my first week of unemployment after quitting. My boss and I were into each other, but he refused to pursue anything with me while I worked there because it would’ve been unethical. So I quit.
Worth it.
Today marks the start of my first week of unemployment after quitting. My boss and I were into each other, but he refused to pursue anything with me while I worked there because it would’ve been unethical. So I quit.
Worth it.
I worked in a shithole warehouse as a rentals manager with various types of drug addicts, ex-cons, and temp workers. The shipping manager nodded off on heroin and crashed his forklift into a wall for example. Wasn’t fired. That’s the dangerous environment I was in for my previous job. The person I replaced as manager was an alcoholic who couldn’t keep up with paperwork. My general manager loved doing crack. I could go on, but it’ll get too lengthy. The warehouse focused on construction supplies and concrete. Very dirty building, I’d blow black boogers out my nose after every shift.
Briefly I started as a parts picker. I had some functional grey matter so I moved up quickly within 3 months and was making 22/hr in 2012. My job was then counting scaffolding and other stuff like sidewalk pins/small pieces of equipment on returns, rebuilding the rotting/damaged wooden boxes that sat outside on a construction site in the mud and snow all year, inventory, and trying to get brain fried temps to count accurately which wasn’t possible. Then shipping new rental orders and loading customer trucks via forklift. I started smoking.
I had applied for new jobs and then got the you’re hired phone call for the career I’ve had for the past 12 years while at work counting muddy snowy shit in a box. They asked when I could start, I said 1 month from now which they accepted, and then I just left. Didn’t say a word to anybody working there and blocked all their numbers. Poof I ghosted them. Had my month off work and it’s been an okay I guess time ever since.
The shit hole warehouse sounds awful yeah? It was an upgrade from working 6 days a week patching garbage truck tire flats. I quit that job after a caged tire blew up while filling it. Blew up as it hit target pressure (110 PSI IIRC) as I went to disconnect the air hose, shredding my left palm and throwing me across the building fracturing my left leg purely from the air pressure. I’d be dead if it wasn’t caged. I didn’t particularly enjoy crawling under garbage trucks in the snow with 1 day off a week anyways.
Welcome to Alberta.