The Edge of What

Today I heard about my former work that the company finally went under, or declared bankruptcy. I am not surprised by this news as the signs were everywhere with these people (i even blogged about this last year several times). My friend who still (was) working there told me this news today. He described the horrors of being told that the doors were closing, and that his final pay will be given along with all of vacation pay and other expenses that the company owed on the end of month pay period, and that any items that belonged to the company must be handed in before the Easter weekend. He described everyone walking around like robots, not saying too much, just quiet from the shock that the day finally came.

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Now, I had long since left that place, and I am thankful that I did when I did. For my friend, the prospects of finding good work to replace his wage will be almost next to impossible as the local economy is flush with so many who have been let go. I am sure that there are lots of warehouse workers who are looking for work now. He told me that he will take some time off, go on trip, then start looking when the season goes into summer. I think hundreds, if not thousands of unemployed in British Columbia are doing that very same thing. The story he told me when the final moments came on his last day of work, really made me laugh.

He described everyone being like robots. The bosses had asked everyone to clean and pack up items, and stack them onto pallets. Of course no one was really going at full speed–even with the bosses taunting them to work faster. “What were they gong to do, fire us….” he told me, “we already had our paperwork and pay cheques.” The joke was, if the employees, the labour, did not do it, then the management had to.

He told me that when the secretary came around and handed everyone their pay, the very first thing everyone did was sift through their paperwork, even with the bosses barking orders at them to keep working. One of the drivers even told the supervisor to “shut his pie-hole,” then he left. Another employee marched right into the manager’s office and freaked out on him becuase he had not gotten half the pay that he was promised. My friend even noticed that his pay was also off from what he expected, but when bringing up the complaint with the manager, the reply he got was “wait in line.” If he does get screwed from these people, I will help him with the paperwork, to file to retrieve his pay, at the appropriate government office.

At the last hour, and the last moments, everyone left, filling out of the main entrance for the last time. His story, I imagined in my sick and twisted mind, a row of robots being carried down a conveyor-belt, and at the end of it, there is nothing but black emptiness, as one by one, each robot falls off into the darkness below.  I am damn thankful that I left from that hell-hole when I did.

As usual, I will not name my friend, or the company that went under. For my close friends who know me, and read the blog, this is the latest news, as it happens, not even twenty-four hours later during the event. I am, thankfully, still employed, albeit at reduced hours also.

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