Scoop Bucket

I was recently working a job where I was still in the training process. I had worked there for 2 and a half weeks and yeah I hated it. It was Farmland. In case you are not aware, Farmland is not only that name that appears on your bacon, but it is also a slaughterhouse.

During the orientation we employees were told that if ever we had a medical issue then we need to immediately let the supervisor know, then proceed to medical. Farmland has their own medical departments because of all the knife weilding employees. That plus most of the forklift drivers don’t even have a Class D drivers license (if they do, it should be revoked).

One day (my last day) I worked 8 and a half hours on a 10 hour shift. At that time I was finally on the line I was supposed to be on, and the veterans there decided to throw steady pork loins down my direction. I was still learning to de-bone them properly to Farmland Foods specifics. One of the requirements is that you push down on the bone that you cut to release it from the loin. After awhile of pushing loins back where they came from I ended up spraining my wrist. So I decided it was time to head over to medical. I figured I would at least get a wrap and be back on the line.

Well, the supervisor (Lori) decided that me telling her I was headed to medical was disrespectful. She wanted me to say please. She also wanted to call me a crybaby because I wanted medical attention. That being said, I quit.

Now the reason for this story is that EGO is the driving force behind the lawsuit about to take place. The EGO of Lori the blue hat supervisor who wanted an employee to be her little bitch. The wonderful thing behind this was that not only did I actually end up having a sprained wrist, but an infected finger as well.