From one to the next...

Last Friday was my last day working at Pierce Corporation. I had been working there for over a month and the guy that trained me and worked next to me on getting different pieces of equipment ready for shipment. Halfway through last week, that dude was really close to getting fired due to his whining problem. He was moved to a different section of the plant, and I was left on my own. They gave me a quick run through with the forklift and set me loose to do both of our jobs alone. I got it done without much trouble, but the next day I was getting the next shipment ready, when an organization called OSHA came through. They are inspectors. I was interviewed about my more than brief training for the forklift. Right after the interview, I wasn't in any sort of trouble, but I was told that I couldn't drive the forklift anymore. My supervisor was really nice the whole time I worked there. She and I shared a dislike for most of the management decisions. There was always a steady flow of employees. I saw two people walk off the job, one person get fired (I took his place), one person get injured (David), and three people quit. Instead of trying to keep the people that currently worked there and knew what they were doing, Pierce would just hire new temps who had no level of commitment to staying very long. It amazed me that the company had no problem with wasting countless man hours to training new employees.

Anyway, right before I left I felt like I was in a place where they really needed me because no one really knew how to do my job. I asked for an outrageous raise. I already had my next job lined up, so I had nothing to loose. I asked to go from $8.50 to $11.00 an hour. They said that the most they could do was $9.50, so I told them to keep that $9.50 and get something nice with it.

Tomorrow I make my way over to Conger St, where I start my new job partying! That's right I now work for Essig, a party company. Thanks to Andrew Sheridan, I have a much nicer job that pays better. I don't even have to wear jeans anymore (you don't know how excited I am about that)!

I do have a problem though. I said that I was going to play at Kleinman, an ultimate tourny in Portland this weekend, but I'm scheduled to work on Saturday and Sunday. I'm not sure how easy it will be to get that time off, and I'm a little afraid to ask for it, but the ultimate player inside me is going to compel me to ask on my first day of work.