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Thursday, 18 February 2021

My worst day at work - ever?

 I will have to be very careful with my choice of words, even more so with my details. FSIS have a social media policy which is all about protecting the reputation of Fujifilm, as a Global entity, and is encompassed in my contractual agreement with my employer. Having no axe to grind with Fujifilm, our parent company, I will state, here and now, that since the takeover of Sericol Ltd, the business has developed beyond anything we could have envisaged. Being part of that journey has been an honour and a privilege. As I said in a comment to Ric F, just the other day, I've never worked for a bad company but I have crossed paths with some piss poor management in my time. 

This morning, at the pre-shift briefing, I endured the most excruciating tirade of bull-shit from a manager which proved to be "the straw that broke the camel's back". I had to say my piece and did but, in doing so, lost my rag to the point where I was shaking with rage! I'm fortunate that "Minge" was on hand and defused the situation, somewhat, but I went back to my packing bay wondering why I was putting up with this shite? Fate had obviously played a role in this sequence of events as, just yesterday, I had my annual "one to one" with Steve (the departmental manufacturing supervisor) instead of "Minge" and had concluded the session with a question about frustrations and the need to talk about issues rather than holding them back. My lineman, Andy C, could see that I wasn't right and asked if he could help, top man that he is. I suppose I'm very fortunate to have a carp angler as the packing bay supervisor and asked if we could have a private chat - NOW! If he'd had said no? I might well be retired now, no way am I putting up with that level of nonsense at my age. We had our chat, I got it off my chest and calmed down but don't feel confident that it is finished?

I completed my shift, plus three hours O/T, and am now at home. This is where my choice of words might leave me open to scrutiny by the FSIS hierarchy? The inept clown that masquerades as "leader" has built a career based upon bullshit, bullying and downright lies. With an IQ equivalent to that of an empty bucket, he has the conversational intellect of house brick, thinking that volume dominates logical reason whenever pushed into a corner. Before leaving work I'd written a comment upon the "issues board" which might cause a few ripples in the morning? Going to work because I "want to", as opposed to "have to" is a very good place be. If I do walk away I'll genuinely be sorry that my time at Broadstairs will be tainted by this saga. I've had such a brilliant time, shared with a quality group of workmates, only for it to be spoiled by this sequence of events caused by the actions of one, egotistical, dumb c*nt!

7 comments:

  1. On calm reflection if you still go with the heading to your post and you can envisage the situation ongoing over the next 12 months the decision is clear ?

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    1. Hi Ian,
      The plan was to see out 2021, then call it a day. I'll be having a chat with Bev and await what Boris has to say about "lockdown" easing> After getting an idea of a timescale for a return to normality I'll make my plans accordingly. The new fishing season starts on 16th June and I'm gonna be ready and waiting free from the factory environment for the rest of my days. Many thanks for taking time to comment, much appreciated - all the best - Dylan

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  2. It's just gone 06:15 when I read this post Dyl. Seems we have some common ground with some 'in house' working practises involving poor management.

    With me, it was my lad who made the decision for me to curtail my association with that employer. Seven months full out work ending in a two week holiday spent fishing. Plus another couple curtesy of my GP. I get a call on the bank from HR wanting answers. So I ask the lad, 'What do you want. Do you want me to go back to work or stay here'? 'Stay here!'.

    So that was that. My career path decided by an eight year old. Kind of obvious. Ask the grand kids what they want Dyl.

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    1. It's moved a long way from there today. It would seem that "Issues Boards" are not the place where those of us, with such problems, raise awareness of the situation. The mental health and wellbeing program that Fujifilm SIS rolled out with such fanfare and pomp seems to have back-fired somewhat and the middle management can't cope with the negativity resulting from this promoting of free speech. As I've said to Ian, in my reply to the previous comment, it looks like I'll be free from these shackles before too long. I know that I'll miss the shop floor banter and camaraderie, but the pathetic people skills of incompetent management will then be a thing of the past and fuel for future blogging.

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  3. I took early retirement 14 years ago when I was 59, not because of idiots like you have managing you, but because the workload that I as a manager was being given, was making it difficult to enjoy being at work. I took stock of my finances, realised that they made it possible for me not to have to endure the daily stresses that I was putting up with and so I took early retirement at 59 and have never regretted it. The first year away was hard for only one reason, I really missed the banter and camaraderie.

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    1. I can but guess what the ability to retire at 59 would be like. Not going to work is an alien concept from where it sit, purely because of my up-bringing and family ethic. All of my family have enjoyed decent health and maintained reasonable lifestyles purely through hard work. Quite simply we don't know any different and I will be the first, of us three brothers, to pack up. Now Bev and I have talked it through, I am looking forward to this new chapter in the "life of Dyl" Hoping all is well at your end? Take care - Dyl

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  4. Up until I was 59 I lived to work, and when I was a labouring stevedore for 20 years, rarely turned down overtime and often worked for whole months without a day off. When work was quiet in the docks I worked between shifts at a friend's staircase factory. Only when I became part of the management team in the docks did my work ethic change, mainly because the daytime hours changed.

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