Yes, it's off-topic, but I gotta vent. Thanks to my Roadster Family for
lending an ear (or eyeball as it would be)
Up until 3:30pm yesterday I was employed by a microchip tape & reel outfit in
Tempe, AZ - Back-End Technologies. Those of you in the industry may have, or
will hear of it as they are growing rapidly w/ambitions to be a US leader in
the field. They do a LOT of work for Motorola and other such large companies.
The boss is a notoriously abusive hard-@$$. He has always been verbally
abusive to all of his employees, and no one in the office was exempt from his
attacks. For almost a full year I was able to put up wtih it. We regularly
head such things as " I hate you all" coming over the loudspeaker, official
announcements of "Any one who pisses me off today will have their throat
slit", and many variations of the "women are idiots" theme. All included
gratuitious use of the "F-word" and other such colorful language. I
personally was told when my 7 yo little girl was very sick to "Throw the
F***ing thing in the garbage." An unwritten part of my job description was
"damage-control" - smoothing things over with our many vendors after they had
come in contact with him.
Friday was the last straw for me. Our shop is moving and between all of the
confusion created there, and lunches of the office personnel, the phone did
not get answered for a whole 10 min. It was the wrong 10 min, as the boss
called then. <shaking head> When he got back to the shop he let loose his
fury.
It all came to a head with this hair-triggered, (mentally distrurbed?) VERY
angry guy screaming directly at me about everything that had pissed him off
that week - and (this is the best ie:SCARIEST part) waving a hand-held
pick-axe type tool directly in my face. I told him to put it down several
times, but he didn't. About then the "background" processing took over, and I
was looking for a way outta the room - condsidering my options if he actually
took a swing at me. I got out of the room physically unharmed, but shaken,
and without a job. I thank the *Powers That Be* for giving Mr. LeClair the
control to NOT slice my head open - but knowing what I do about him, it
easily could have happened.
Shaken, I left - but with enough foresight to photocopy my timecard. I have
two witnesses that were right there in the office, but I have no idea if I
should take this any further. Police? OSHA? ACLU? Overall, I am just so glad
to be outta there. It did give me bad dreams all last night - I hope they go
away soon.
Roadster Content: now I get to drive around town in it to find a new job.
Thanks for the time.
Laurie
(jobless & shaken in the East Valley)
70 SPL311
69 SRL311
Chandler, AZ
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