Work

Well I promised you a long and complicated post with regard to work didn’t I?

I work at a place that manufactures high end ready meals. This is the sort anyplace that sells it ready meals for £7 as opposed to £1 in the supermarket. The likes of me would never buy their food!

I work up in the office and I’m essentially the oldest office junior in the world. Sometimes though, in order to retrieve certain paperwork etc, I have to pass through the manufacturing floor area so this necessitates getting changed so as you would expect, locker room banter can and does ensue. As long as it doesn’t veer into nastiness then there’s no problem with that.

Bear that bit in mind yeah?

There’s quite a few people that work there, with a workforce of just about 130 or so across all shifts. When in either the changing room or in the canteen, I like to have a chat with people. There’s one guy in particular who is a bit slow on the uptake, a bit dim. That said he is essentially a nice guy but he does come in for some fearsome stick. I have encouraged him to stand up for himself but he never did. However, the other week he was caught eating some of the food in the kitchen and that’s absolutely forbidden. He was suspended and late last week he was sacked. However in the period between his suspension and his sacking more than one person stitched him up with tales of how he was lazy or how he was thick. The accumulation of these things ended up with him getting his p45.

So I made a point of going on record at work saying he was stitched up. I also went on record saying that whilst passing through the changing room I overheard several workers laughing at how they had finally gotten him the sack. I was and still am, angry at what I perceive as the lowest form of bullying. It reminds me of kicking someone when they are down. I acknowledge that he brought most of this on himself by eating the food but the person that grassed him up could have a word with him in private, rather than immediately going upstairs with it. The people mocking him for his sacking and also mocking him for his dumbness are wankers. On Friday lunchtime I quite loudly and forcibly made that point to several of them.

On doing that though I may have painted big old metaphorical target on my back. I dislike my job anyway for more than one reason but I cannot afford to resign nor can I afford to get sacked. I am dreading going into work Monday.