Fighting For Us AllA Story by Barbara WalkerTrying to fight injustice for a group of employees. Their backbones turned to mush after I aired our complaint in a group meeting. Some names changed to keep me from being sued. True story.
I always believed in fighting for the the underdog. I did it in elementary school long, long ago when it was unheard of to look, talk or be any different from the next kid. There was a chubby boy who was bullied by the other kids and I was sick of it! I suppose it did help that I was a tomboy and the other kids knew that I would back my play. During one of his torture sessions from the other kids, I spoke up loudly, telling them to knock it off. I let them know it was old and if they wanted to play that game, they could go through me first. They looked at me like I was a very strange specimen, indeed, but they left him alone after that.
Fast forward twenty-five years and I was working in a warehouse doing work I loved. It was the type of work I had been doing for six years, but with a new employer. It was lunch time and many of us were in the break room. Someone began talking of there being a big move of our company to a bigger building across town. Bruce said the move was to be the following weekend. We, normally, worked Monday through Friday, but I said, "Well, it's a b***h having to work the whole weekend, but I could use the overtime." I heard a few titters, then Bruce said, "Overtime? Overtime, hell, we aren't getting paid straight time! You all be sure to show up!" I told Bruce, "Wait! If I have to work, I have to pay a babysitter. The owner of this company expects us to work the whole weekend without pay? That isn't right!" Everyone agreed it wasn't right, they were upset and so was I. I announced that I was going to talk to the owner, Mr. Jackson, before the weekend. Everyone nodded at me and I asked if they would back me up, as to how we all felt. Everybody nodded, enthusiastically, some saying, "Sure, right!" Being thrown to the wolves never felt so good! A few days later, it was announced that there would be a meeting of everyone before the move to discuss logistics. Perfect, I thought. At the time of the meeting, we all gathered in a big room. We sat down and the owner began talking of the move;who would be where and what they would be doing. After the assignments, Mr. Jackson asked if there were any questions. I raised my hand, he acknowledged me and I stood up. " Mr. Jackson, a few of us have to pay babysitters for the weekend and we were wondering if we are getting paid for the weekend move." He looked at me and his face looked like he had just swallowed a lemon. The room was unbelievably quiet. Mr. Jackson looked around at my fellow coworkers and they all hung their heads. Not one person would look at him. He exploded! "Is that what you all want"?? I looked at him and nodded, but I was alone. Then, he said, " Well, maybe you all better decide if you want paid sick days and paid holidays!" (We had one paid holiday a year and four paid sick days. It was on the low end of the benefits pole for the times.) He muttered and he sputtered, but never answered my question. He ended the meeting. The next day, I was working amongst the shelves, when I saw Mr. Jackson. He approached me with an unreadable face. Then, he said that he had thought about what I had said at the meeting and he would pay us to work the weekend. I smiled and told him, "Thank you." Then he said, "I'm paying you all straight time. None of that over time or double time crap!" I figured I'd accept this small victory. As he turned to walk away, he said, " But, from now on, employees benefits don't begin until they've been here for six months, instead of 90 days." I looked at his retreating back and thought, " You son of a b***h!" I had been working there for two and a half months. I was the only employee it affected!
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StatsAuthorBarbara WalkerLake Havasu City, AZAboutI am retired from the Postal Service. I find I write poetry to help myself through difficult times and I have written many poems in response to the chronic pain I've been living with for over 30 year.. more..Writing
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