Incoming rant to the overworked.
I quit trying to be a superman at my jobs. It's easy to get taken advantage of.
I worked a warehouse job and was given an opportunity by management to come in an hour early for a special task and was offered to leave an hour early or stay for OT. My direct supervisors didn't like this one bit. It took me off their projects in the morning and left them down a man at wrap-up. To minimize their male period blood I stayed that extra hour every time.
Then came more duties, becoming a back-up hostler driver, and ultimately becoming the main hostler driver. My supervisors wanted me back in the warehouse doing grunt work whenever I had spare time. I'd have to park my truck, walk back up to the dock, dress in my freezer gear and reaclimate to the cold. Of course by the time I had done a single task, they needed me back out in the truck pulling more trailers to the dock or locking up a finished trailer.
My co-workers hated me, upper management kept giving me extra tasks that took me away from the dock work so they were jealous and my supervisors most likely were too.
It wasn't long before I was staying an extra few hours to lock up containers and logging container info, plugging refrigeration units into the mains and locking things up tight. Tweakers in the area would like to break in and steal the copper wiring, break into trucks and containers so extra routines were tacked onto my list before I could even touch containers (which my supervisors didn't like because they couldn't get to their product stored in them).
I ended up getting fired for "an answer my manager didn't like" during one of his routine safety walks with the new hot Head Of Safety (gasp a female, let me flex my power). When he questioned why some containers' tires weren't chalked to protect workers that are going in and out of them, I told him that "it was an hour after their shift and everyone has gone home" evident by the waving/smiling assholes leaving while I was left there without help to close up. "The dock doors are closed and these all need to be closed, there's nobody in these containers." I had no one helping me so I had to hook up, pull them out, apply the brakes, jump down, walk 60 feet to close the rusty doors, walk 60 feet back to the truck, back up, plug in, jot info and repeat 15 times before taking stock of containers, locking up, changing, and THEN leaving. Satan forbid I unchalk every single tire first, saving me an extra 120 ft walk per container.
Of course they had my direct supervisor doing the firing. I had never seen a grown man cry like that at work. It was two jobs later, leaving me fired with nerve damage at a similar job that I decided I'd never be taken advantage of at a job again.
