Ex Employee
Beavercreek,#2UPDATE EX-employee responds
Fri, October 31, 2014
I was a temp worker and supposed to be hired if things worked out. I went to work there shortly before graduating from college to try to get some accounting experience to move forward from once I had my degree.
The person they had mentoring and training me was a rather vicious, mentally unstable woman (Roxanne Baldwin) who smelled like a mixture of cheap perfume, chewing gum, and smoke. When I didn't pick up something right away or somehow got under ther skin, she would shake. The woman was crazy.
I addressed concerns with management. Despite of them being aware of the problems, they didn't deal with it. Instead, this woman managed to be quite the queen bee and maintained quite a realm of influence. Suddenly, all the women weren't liking me and being rude towards me, and work I was passing to subsequent people in the chain would mysteriously turn up missing.
One time, I came down with pink eye. She came to my desk and says "I hope you're taking precautions." I should have taken a tissue, wiped my eyes, and sent it to here in an interoffice mail envelope. (I was very tempted!)
Everyone that worked at this place acted as if they were programmed. Weekly, we were gathered in a commons area as a large group to talk about the goings on in each area and who met their goals for the week (which really amounted to nothing more than doing your job). Everyone would clap on cue over the most menial things. It was very bizarre.
In my underpaid, high school diploma eligible position, I was required to wear a tie like everyone else. One day, I wore a sweater where the neckline covered the area to where you couldn't see if a tie was being worn. I was promptly talked to about it by my supervisor.
We were all expected to sit together at lunch even though it was apparent that I wasn't liked. I bucked the trend and started sitting alone. After all, it was my time and I wasn't on the clock. Apparently, I crossed them and this was one of the last straws.
Ultimately, crazy woman won out. I wasn't temp to hire; I was temp to fire! Easier to get rid of a sane temp than a crazy permanent employee. I was let go and didn't even have an opportunity to clean out my desk. They took the liberty of going through my things and leaving them in a box at the front desk to pick up.
Not like they matter because I've since finished school and have moved on to much better things including a six figure salary.