All businesses have a culture.
Most of the guys I work with are unhappy with their jobs. Most of them act like childish assholes at work. Get them away from their jobs and their attitudes improve and they get more friendly.
At some places, and it probably used to be more common, working people stick up for each other and look out for each other. The management of the company I work for sets workers against each other. They start by telling workers not to reveal to each other their pay. They told me when I started that I was starting out at a higher wage than most workers and I should keep that to myself. When they gave me a raise they said the same thing. That's probably bullshit that they probably tell everyone and it's a tool they use to keep workers from organizing and demanding higher wages.
The owner has told me before that he will not tolerate a unionized workforce. He'd sooner close the place down. I don't think he has anything to worry about. The guys I work with are all working class guys who vote for Republicans if they vote at all. Yup, they're morons.
I'm in school working toward my degree in business. I was going to reveal that to management where I work in the hopes that I might move into a better position because of it. Now that I think about it, I don't think I'll want anything more to do with that company after I graduate. There's something to be said about a company's culture.
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Within several months of working my ass off, I applied for and got a promotion
to supervisor.
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Now, middle-management were all from the Atlantic City casino culture and ALL
of them (except the floor manager who was a pig who actually spoke to women
through their breasts) were easygoing, fun and just plain nice folks -- people I'd
want to hang with, have some beers with, roadtrip with. But the supervisors were, --
almost to a person -- petty, vindictive, insecure little Napoleons.
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It didn't take long for me to realize that I just couldn't work side-by-side with them.
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I went to the facilities manager (who had interviewed me for the supe position)
and pretty much begged him for a demotion back down to a worker bee position.
He kept asking why and I kept answering, "It's personal." He was so relentless
with his "why that I finally blurted out, "I DON'T WANNA BE THOUGHT OF AS
THOSE ASSHOLES' 'PEER'!!!"
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He laughed and we talked a while longer. I reminded him that I was and would
be a huge asset to the company at entry-level, but if I had to remain a supervisor,
I was going to have to leave pretty quickly. I agreed to give him two weeks to
recruit my replacement.
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I wasn't always as dumb as I look. While talking him into a demotion, I also talked
him into a pretty substantial raise.
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Three months later, as we passed he stopped and asked, "When I gave you that
demotion, I also gave you a raise. Can you refresh my memory as to why?"
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I couldn't remember HOW I had done it (despite being very very proud of the
accomplishment), so I told him, "All I remember is that it was YOUR idea and
we BOTH thought it was a pretty good one at the time,"
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He mumbled something about guessing how it must have been and turned and
walked away with a somewhat dazed look on his face.
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(Edit to add: DO NOT TELL THEM YOU'RE SEEKING TO BETTER YOURSELF!!!
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Why take any chances with your "survival wages" -- they'll be MUCH less
inconvenienced by your eventual departure than you would be by their possible
pre-emptive strike to replace you ASAP.
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Jen!!!
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