Although I’ve been catching-up on my journaling since being terminated from Saputo (and effectively laid-off from QPS Employment Group, per their lack of follow-up work), I nonetheless made time during the holiday rush to “rub it in” over how the hiring manager’s decision to end my working arrangement will now result in 4 of the 6 hourly packaging workers having to work Christmas! #WorkingChristmas = #WhatTheUnderclassDoes
It must be acknowledged that as an agency worker with an open-ended contract — what I call a “permatemp” — I had proven my capacity to work as many, or more, hours as the regular employees — including holidays, and demonstrably more weekends than practically any recent employee.
It therefore stands that if the hiring manager (Susan Felson) and the most-senior first-shift supervisor (Karl Dischler) had done the sensible thing — by offering me a permanent-job contract following the dissolution of my temporary contract — then I would, as among the most junior employees, be filling-in for one of the more-senior employees in packaging right now.
Even without extending a permanent job-offer, the packaging department could have kept me as a permatemp to schedule me to work on Christmas Eve and/or Christmas Day, instead of paying its employees time-and-a-half to work Sunday (Dec. 24) and a holiday (Dec. 25). #PennyWise, #PoundFoolish
But because Dischler and Felson badly wanted me out of there, the people in packaging are stuck working on days you might not want to: They don’t have me to substitute for you on Christmas; New Year’s Day; etc.
From the way a few of them shunned me at the lunch table, I can readily image some of them might say, “I would rather work on Christmas, and miss my family and friends on that day; instead of have-off on Christmas, but work with you the rest of the year!”
My response to that unkind comment at work would be, “There’s no need to be rude,” and then leave it at that: While I would register my complaint that such sentiment contributes to a hostile work environment, I would not let it distract my attention for more than a few seconds. #HowAProfessionalWorks
However, I’m no longer on-the-job; and am therefore unbound by any workplace etiquette or double-standards of acceptable behavior. Accordingly, my response to such indignation is to perform this parody-of-Saputo song:
(To the tune of “Jolly Old St. Nicholas,” which is a public-domain melody.)
Office politician’s back in town / Looking for a raise /
Wants a promotion, wants it now / Wanted it for days /
Yet, the company has to trim / Expenses where it can /
Future’s looking ever-dim / Dissent, it must ban /
Slumming at Saputo, how / Decrepitly you run /
Protesting is futile, now / Because your temp is done.
-The preceding lyrics are copyrighted in 2017 by Joseph Ohler, Jr.-
However, limited permission is granted to distribute these lyrics non-commercially.
(This means you may give print-outs to your friends; hang them — the lyrics, not your friends! — on your refrigerator; etc.)
Downloadable audio track:
Slumming_at_Saputo_(Original_Recording_By_Joe_Ohler_Jr).mp3 – Sorry, can only be streamed at the moment! #HostingProblems
[12-25-2017 UPDATE: I had wanted to post a direct-download link for the MP3. However, in typical Joe Ohler fashion, a third party put a wrench into my plans: 000WebHost suspended my account,* which means I could not log-in and upload the MP3 of my song for distribution.
(*Or at least, partially suspended: While account access is indefinitely terminated — much like my career at Saputo — 000WebHost strangely allows hot-linking to the files that had ostensibly triggered the suspension.)
On that note, here’s the only file I had recently shared, e.g. the only one in the past few months that could be reasonably inferred to have caused a complaint and subsequent suspension:
“Aunt Sally Says, ‘Sign My Petition, Please!'”