I’m his was a few years back, but oh boy was this place the worst.
I had gotten an interview at a liquor warehouse through a family member. I arrived to my interview early and waited patiently as my interview time came and went. About 30 minutes after my scheduled time I asked the receptionist when my interview would be and she informed me that the interviewer was no longer on site and wanted me to return the next day.
I needs the job so I said fine and returned the next day. Again, my interviewer didn’t manage to show up for our interview so I bailed after waiting for probably too long.
On my way home I received a phone call from the interviewer and they apologized and offered me the job and I foolishly accepted it.
On my first day of work they had a big staff meeting where the manager made an announcement that only English was to be spoken at work and that anyone caught speaking anything else be written up and then fired on a second offence. This was a pretty big red flag, but again, I needed the job.
I had a quick training session and was told we would be unloading trucks. I was assured that for safety reasons nobody would work alone. That was great, but the moment I stepped onto the warehouse floor I was assigned my own truck and then told that they never had 2 people per truck. So that was less great.
I was unloaded boxes of some liquor. It was in these real fancy white boxes (strangely they weren’t in shipping boxes, just the display boxes). I was cutting the plastic wrap off a pallet and ended up cutting my finger pretty good. When I asked my immediate supervisor for a bandaid I was told to not worry about it and just keep working. He gave me some paper tower to wrap around my finger.
I went back to work staining boxes with my blood and eventually decided to just head to the office in the floor to inquire about where first aid was so I could grab a proper bandage. The main warehouse manager met me and I showed him my finger and he said, “you don’t need first aid” I assured him that I wanted to very my finger looked at and instead of pointing me in the right direction he just asked, “have you ever used a knife before?”
I repeated my request to visit first aid and he just walked away. I stood there for a bit not willing to go back to work until my issue was addressed so the assistant manager pointed me towards first aid and said he would have someone meet me there. Great. Someone with an ounce of compassion.
I went to first aid and he cleaned out a pretty gnarly cut and wrapped it up in a chunk of gauze. He said I probably wouldn’t need stitches but told me to look after it because the cut was pretty deep. I thanked them and headed out the room to go back to work and the warehouse manager was waiting for me. He looked right past me and said to the first aid attendant, “he didn’t need first aid…right” to which the attendant said something like, “it’s better to be safe” and with that the manager left.
I ended up leaving early that day and then I called in that night to inform them that I would not be returning to the job site. The next day I received phone calls from a few different managers with various levels of anger. They all were upset with me for not being a team player and told me I could still come back. I stopped answer the phone and then received a rather nasty voice message from the manager saying I wouldn’t make it there anyway and he called me all sorts of names. He then told me that if I didn’t return my work ID he would make sure I didn’t get paid for my limited time of work.
I didn’t respond and I didn’t return the id. They still paid me for my time and I moved on to better jobs.
What a shit show that place was. I feel bad for all the people there that didn’t get out.