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<blockquote data-quote="Dracula" data-source="post: 3656360" data-attributes="member: 42691">That&#039;s what the feeder manager implied. Hey, I do alls I can do.This has been 5 or so years ago (which gives you an idea how easy of a life it is in feeders), but the crux of the problem was this feeder manager was my first supervisor when I started preloading. He was the first supervisor that fired me. A real peach, this guy was.Anyway, when I went to feeders, we, uh, remembered each other, and made small talk, but, boy, there was some tension. I worked in feeders for about 6 months, scot-free, but soon after that, he started coming after me. Like old times.They started bringing me into the office, reviewing my times and numbers, pointing out that I was constantly on the least, best list. Well, it came to a head one Friday morning. I got three or four phone calls from some old-timers before I got back to the building, telling me the manager was asking if I had got back yet. So I knew he was going to be watching me.And sure enough, while I was breaking down, I noticed him, hiding between trailers, watching me. Our diesel pumps used to be by the guard shack, and when I came around to fuel, I noticed him next to the guard shack, staring out at the parking lot. You know, like managers always do, staring through the fence, at empty employee cars.So, I know he&#039;s watching me fuel, so I do everything by the book. Might I have held the nozzle in the tank for four or five minutes after the tanks were full? I don&#039;t know. I&#039;m old and my memory is fading, but I might have.I got done, clocked out and went home. Monday night, when I showed up for work, I had a note on my keys saying they needed to see me when I started. And that&#039;s when I was notified that I would be written up for lacking a sense of urgency at the fuel pumps.It took a while, but I got the letter stricken from my record.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Dracula, post: 3656360, member: 42691"] That's what the feeder manager implied. Hey, I do alls I can do. This has been 5 or so years ago (which gives you an idea how easy of a life it is in feeders), but the crux of the problem was this feeder manager was my first supervisor when I started preloading. He was the first supervisor that fired me. A real peach, this guy was. Anyway, when I went to feeders, we, uh, remembered each other, and made small talk, but, boy, there was some tension. I worked in feeders for about 6 months, scot-free, but soon after that, he started coming after me. Like old times. They started bringing me into the office, reviewing my times and numbers, pointing out that I was constantly on the least, best list. Well, it came to a head one Friday morning. I got three or four phone calls from some old-timers before I got back to the building, telling me the manager was asking if I had got back yet. So I knew he was going to be watching me. And sure enough, while I was breaking down, I noticed him, hiding between trailers, watching me. Our diesel pumps used to be by the guard shack, and when I came around to fuel, I noticed him next to the guard shack, staring out at the parking lot. You know, like managers always do, staring through the fence, at empty employee cars. So, I know he's watching me fuel, so I do everything by the book. Might I have held the nozzle in the tank for four or five minutes after the tanks were full? I don't know. I'm old and my memory is fading, but I might have. I got done, clocked out and went home. Monday night, when I showed up for work, I had a note on my keys saying they needed to see me when I started. And that's when I was notified that I would be written up for lacking a sense of urgency at the fuel pumps. It took a while, but I got the letter stricken from my record. [/QUOTE]

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