Just venting a little.
Never push a loyal person to the point where they no longer care!! Wow this one hits a little close to home.
This one (meme, or whatever they call them) strikes me particularly hard. This may seem a little long winded but it's what I've contemplated on a lot these days. Over this last Holiday weekend I took time to think about the past. It's now 2016, wow never thought I'd make it this far. It struck me it was 40 years ago 1976 when I took my first job at the local seed corn plant which was about a mile away from our farm. I was a Junior in high school I believe and on what they called at that time the Ag 5 work program getting off in the early afternoon to go to work, collecting a paycheck and class credit. The old plant still stood at the corner where the city water tower is now. The new plant/buildings were going up or were up, a new conditioning tower and warehouse, a new seed dryer building and sheller, a new sorting building and shop along with a couple other buildings. One of my first jobs that summer besides being a gopher was helping to wire some of the equipment in the new sorting building. Helping pull wires and connecting them in the panels as instructed. Although late, I'm pretty sure they did get to use the new system at least some that first year. But at least the first part of the season the old crib dryers were back fed their harvest of ear corn via portable husking/sorting tables. As the sorters local men and women at the time, sorted the seed on these and the waste was simply thrown on the ground behind them. I can't remember if anybody else picked any of this up before I got there but by the time I would get there in the afternoon there were always two monster piles of corn stalks, rouque ears, and anything else they pulled off the tables, just for me to clean up. That always took me till 6 or 7 in the evening to clean up. That's depending if the other Ag 5 student decided to show up. He was on the theater troupe amongst other thing so his appearances and punctuality were usually kind of spotty. I watched the dryers a little at night on weekends, still remember getting quizzed at least once by a county officer wanting to what I was doing wandering around the plant in the middle of the night. I finished up my first stint at the plant working through the winter on the bagging line stacking seed bags. I moved on from this when I had to help farm for an uncle that had had a heart attack. Did a couple things after the farm went for auction after that for a couple years, did some carpentry which I really enjoyed, some factory work which didn't really like, and some retail. I'm not sure how I ended up back at the seed plant if it was my idea or my old bosses or a combination, I'd built a pretty good reputation while I was there. We'd stayed in touch and I occasionally saw him at the Farm and Fleet store I was working at. At one point I sold him a portable air compressor, I found out there was an opening, and so it was, pretty much been there ever since with one small hick-up. About 35 or so years of working production and then diligently when that was over moving into maintenance mode. But the last 10 years haven't been kind. Cuts in pay, reapplying for ones job, disrespect. I've heard the stories of companies hard-on's for college kids, training them to do your job, never thought it would happen to me. Don't know how things are going to shake out in the end, but it's hard to be enthused when your initiative, and enthusiasm has been destroyed, when you've been so disrespected and your just plain disgusted. I just can't shake the feeling anymore that I've wasted 40 years of my life. I could go into so much detail, maybe later on in my/the blog, but kind of burned out typing for now. But yea, this little "motivational (ha ha)" kind of hurts, and yea I'm definitely thinking about it.
Never push a loyal person to the point where they no longer care!! Wow this one hits a little close to home.
This one (meme, or whatever they call them) strikes me particularly hard. This may seem a little long winded but it's what I've contemplated on a lot these days. Over this last Holiday weekend I took time to think about the past. It's now 2016, wow never thought I'd make it this far. It struck me it was 40 years ago 1976 when I took my first job at the local seed corn plant which was about a mile away from our farm. I was a Junior in high school I believe and on what they called at that time the Ag 5 work program getting off in the early afternoon to go to work, collecting a paycheck and class credit. The old plant still stood at the corner where the city water tower is now. The new plant/buildings were going up or were up, a new conditioning tower and warehouse, a new seed dryer building and sheller, a new sorting building and shop along with a couple other buildings. One of my first jobs that summer besides being a gopher was helping to wire some of the equipment in the new sorting building. Helping pull wires and connecting them in the panels as instructed. Although late, I'm pretty sure they did get to use the new system at least some that first year. But at least the first part of the season the old crib dryers were back fed their harvest of ear corn via portable husking/sorting tables. As the sorters local men and women at the time, sorted the seed on these and the waste was simply thrown on the ground behind them. I can't remember if anybody else picked any of this up before I got there but by the time I would get there in the afternoon there were always two monster piles of corn stalks, rouque ears, and anything else they pulled off the tables, just for me to clean up. That always took me till 6 or 7 in the evening to clean up. That's depending if the other Ag 5 student decided to show up. He was on the theater troupe amongst other thing so his appearances and punctuality were usually kind of spotty. I watched the dryers a little at night on weekends, still remember getting quizzed at least once by a county officer wanting to what I was doing wandering around the plant in the middle of the night. I finished up my first stint at the plant working through the winter on the bagging line stacking seed bags. I moved on from this when I had to help farm for an uncle that had had a heart attack. Did a couple things after the farm went for auction after that for a couple years, did some carpentry which I really enjoyed, some factory work which didn't really like, and some retail. I'm not sure how I ended up back at the seed plant if it was my idea or my old bosses or a combination, I'd built a pretty good reputation while I was there. We'd stayed in touch and I occasionally saw him at the Farm and Fleet store I was working at. At one point I sold him a portable air compressor, I found out there was an opening, and so it was, pretty much been there ever since with one small hick-up. About 35 or so years of working production and then diligently when that was over moving into maintenance mode. But the last 10 years haven't been kind. Cuts in pay, reapplying for ones job, disrespect. I've heard the stories of companies hard-on's for college kids, training them to do your job, never thought it would happen to me. Don't know how things are going to shake out in the end, but it's hard to be enthused when your initiative, and enthusiasm has been destroyed, when you've been so disrespected and your just plain disgusted. I just can't shake the feeling anymore that I've wasted 40 years of my life. I could go into so much detail, maybe later on in my/the blog, but kind of burned out typing for now. But yea, this little "motivational (ha ha)" kind of hurts, and yea I'm definitely thinking about it.
