This is a little story about a past place of employment, for the record... I did not leave Ball, Ball left me. Trust me, once you have experienced Ball, you can never truly leave. Okay, enough of my BS...
It was the night before my weekend and all thru the plant, not a creature was working, not even a mouse. I and my QS and Rick Gonzales too, were talking about our weekend, I hadn't a clue...
As I made my way past the preforms and over fallen bottles at palletizer 4, I was summoned by a PT at Sidel number 4... While walking back in silence, and thinking to myself...
If this is another "mold inclusion" I'll have to put this guy on the floor... as I reached Sidel 4 and noticed Sidel 10 spitting out holes, I was called to Sidel 2 for possible under blown molds. As I reached Sidel 2, and noticed an "exit jam" I reached over to clear it and was greeted by another PT who continued to slam, the bottles from the kick out bin onto the floor as I bent down to help them, I was called to the QS door. When greeted by Angie Cherry and told I had to cover again, over my weekend off, for a QS Technician, who had decided to jam!
I took off my hair net and threw it to the floor... and told the powers that be, I would take this s_ _ _ no more! I finished my shift and cleared out my drawer. Never to return, for I was done being that whore.
And that is how it ended, and why I left all of them there... I must say I got out just before I lost the rest of my hair. What a wonderful company with such idiots in charge... with the exception of the APM's as well as a few others at large.
WOW! Where did that come from? Sounds a bit like... "The night before Christmas". :O)
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