Well, my job went away. It was "too physical" for me. When I started, they had me on the computer developing training manuals for the different departments. I loved doing it, and I did it well.
This was a minimum wage job, but I didn't mind.
Then I went in and my supervisor told me to defrost the freezers. That involves moving several hundred pounds of food out of one freezer to another, defrosting freezer #1, replacing the food, then defrosting freezer #2. Some of the freezers are chest, some upright (10 in all).
Of course, my back started hurting with freezer #1. But I slogged through it, day after day after day. Got 'er done.
Then supervisor tells me to clean the employee fridge, a smaller upright with top freezer. That only took me 2 and a half hours. By this point, my back hurts so bad that every day I go straight home from work and fall into bed, staying there until time to get up and go to work.
I'm ashamed to admit it, but at this point I am no longer cheerful at work. In fact, I'm dreading what mind-numbing task they'll put me to next. Whatever happened to the lovely computer work I was hired for?
The director quit. My boss quit. The janitorial staff quit, en masse. Volunteers drifted away.
I completed a task, and sat down. My new supervisor came in and said "what are you doing?" I said, I have to sit for a couple minutes, my back hurts too bad right now. Says she: THERE'S NO TIME TO SIT DOWN ON THIS JOB.
Ooops.
I asked her to sit down and talk. We worked it out, and she stated she really wanted me to keep working there, yadda yadda yadda. It ended with hugs and tears on both sides, and an agreement that I would be at work the next morning.
The next morning, while I'm getting ready to go to work, I get a call. Terminated; they were afraid I'd "hurt" myself at work and they'd be on the hook for workmen's comp. Yadda, yadda, yadda.
For this, for 40 mind-numbing hours a week, I made $300. No holiday pay, no time off, no benefits whatsoever. When we were closed for July 4th, I didn't get paid, or for Juneteenth.
What gets me, really, is the mind-numbing drudgery of these minimum wage jobs.
And cashiers and other "public-facing" employees put up with a constant stream of abuse from customers (although all my customers were stellar, when I was a cashier, maybe because I defused any awkward situation with a smile and sympathy and empathy?).
Yes, I can easily replace $300 a week with mystery shopping -- but it's not enough to save any money toward a vehicle, which I will need within a couple years if I keep putting 3,000 miles a month on my car!
It took me a couple weeks to recover emotionally, let me tell ya. But my back no longer hurts every minute of every day, I don't have to pay a housekeeper twice the hourly wage I was earning just to do the basic housekeeping that I couldn't do for myself because my back hurt so bad (I couldn't lift a laundry basket, carry my own groceries into the house, etc.), and I got out of the funk.
Years ago I read the book, Nickled and Dimed in America (I think maybe Nickled and Dimed to Death in America?), and it made an impression on me. The author basically said even working 2 minimum wage jobs, a total of 60 hours a week, a person couldn't earn enough to provide shelter, food, transportation, and health insurance for a family. A husband and wife both working 2 minimum wage jobs would never be able to buy a house!
I believe that's even more true today than it was then, maybe 15 years ago.
What do you think?
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 08/02/2022 04:34PM by ceasesmith.
This was a minimum wage job, but I didn't mind.
Then I went in and my supervisor told me to defrost the freezers. That involves moving several hundred pounds of food out of one freezer to another, defrosting freezer #1, replacing the food, then defrosting freezer #2. Some of the freezers are chest, some upright (10 in all).
Of course, my back started hurting with freezer #1. But I slogged through it, day after day after day. Got 'er done.
Then supervisor tells me to clean the employee fridge, a smaller upright with top freezer. That only took me 2 and a half hours. By this point, my back hurts so bad that every day I go straight home from work and fall into bed, staying there until time to get up and go to work.
I'm ashamed to admit it, but at this point I am no longer cheerful at work. In fact, I'm dreading what mind-numbing task they'll put me to next. Whatever happened to the lovely computer work I was hired for?
The director quit. My boss quit. The janitorial staff quit, en masse. Volunteers drifted away.
I completed a task, and sat down. My new supervisor came in and said "what are you doing?" I said, I have to sit for a couple minutes, my back hurts too bad right now. Says she: THERE'S NO TIME TO SIT DOWN ON THIS JOB.
Ooops.
I asked her to sit down and talk. We worked it out, and she stated she really wanted me to keep working there, yadda yadda yadda. It ended with hugs and tears on both sides, and an agreement that I would be at work the next morning.
The next morning, while I'm getting ready to go to work, I get a call. Terminated; they were afraid I'd "hurt" myself at work and they'd be on the hook for workmen's comp. Yadda, yadda, yadda.
For this, for 40 mind-numbing hours a week, I made $300. No holiday pay, no time off, no benefits whatsoever. When we were closed for July 4th, I didn't get paid, or for Juneteenth.
What gets me, really, is the mind-numbing drudgery of these minimum wage jobs.
And cashiers and other "public-facing" employees put up with a constant stream of abuse from customers (although all my customers were stellar, when I was a cashier, maybe because I defused any awkward situation with a smile and sympathy and empathy?).
Yes, I can easily replace $300 a week with mystery shopping -- but it's not enough to save any money toward a vehicle, which I will need within a couple years if I keep putting 3,000 miles a month on my car!
It took me a couple weeks to recover emotionally, let me tell ya. But my back no longer hurts every minute of every day, I don't have to pay a housekeeper twice the hourly wage I was earning just to do the basic housekeeping that I couldn't do for myself because my back hurt so bad (I couldn't lift a laundry basket, carry my own groceries into the house, etc.), and I got out of the funk.
Years ago I read the book, Nickled and Dimed in America (I think maybe Nickled and Dimed to Death in America?), and it made an impression on me. The author basically said even working 2 minimum wage jobs, a total of 60 hours a week, a person couldn't earn enough to provide shelter, food, transportation, and health insurance for a family. A husband and wife both working 2 minimum wage jobs would never be able to buy a house!
I believe that's even more true today than it was then, maybe 15 years ago.
What do you think?
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 08/02/2022 04:34PM by ceasesmith.