I told him that i'd love to be done as well, but it simply wasn't gonna happen. I told him that it would be more like 1930-2000. He said no way, but we'll see. I asked him about my claim number from the dog bite and told him that we, my steward and I, had confronted the center manager twice now about the claim number and that he still hadn't provided it. He told me that he would get it for me.
I need to go back in time a bit. After I was released from the clinic, a few days later the sup. confronted me with an injury prevention report(IPR). He explained that they were gonna put me up in front of all the drivers to give a short synopsis on how to prevent dog bites. I feel it's the company's way of humiliating a man in front of his peers, but I don't get embarassed very easily, so I agreed and specifically asked him when I would be doing this. He said he didn't know, but it would be probably in the next few days. So I came into work the next morning. My center manager starts the PCM and then says we had a dog bite the other day and we are gonna have (me) give a pcm on how to prevent dog bites. Now in the past, if a man has to give a PCM, the center manager would come up to the man and give him notice that it was gonna be that day, but since it was me, he put me on the spot without any notice. No big deal, I got up in front of everyone and told them that our center manager wanted me to tell them how to prevent dog bites, and we all know what signs to look for when approaching a stop but since this guy was just dogsitting, there weren't any signs of a dog and went on to tell them that I didn't know how to prevent a dog hiding underneath a truck from jumping out and biting you. One of my coworkers raised their hand and asked me what kind of dog it was and I answered, " it was an overweight 40lb beagle, and that the old man told me it was dumb as a rock and hates UPS drivers, and that, ironically, the dogs name was Paully. Everyone busted out laughing because our center manager's name is, you guessed it, very close to the name Paully. My center manager even laughed and thought it was funny until later on down the road when I get fired. Then all of a sudden it wasn't funny and he tells the labor guys that it hurt his feelings.
Anyhoo, back to the OJS ride. I had an air at a John Deere tractor dealership and I know most of the people their. It's a very friendly atmosphere and they like to joke around with me when I come in. So when one of the employees see's that my sup. is with me, he decides to say man, sure is nice to have an early delivery for once with a big smile on his face. I replied "well I have an air for you today, that's why i'm early. I wish I could be early everyday, but I just can't." He replies "I understand" I reply "although you know, the bigger the discount on a tractor, the earlier the delivery time with a big smile on my face." He replies smiling"maybe we could work something out". I reply "no, i'm just kidding." He replies, " I know". We leave to continue delivering. We have a NDA sig. req'd quite a few miles away. We get there, but it's a NI1. We continue delivering and the OJS can start to see that I was telling the truth about it being a long day, so he starts his tricks to speed a driver up by taking his master bulkhead door key off his ring and leaving it in the lock and turned eliminating a few seconds at each stop from messing around with our stubborn lock on this paticular car. I kindly removed it and reminded him that we are a locked car district and handed his key back to him. He then started grabbing the diad out of the slot for me and opening doors at businesses for me, anything to save a few seconds here and there. He then starts to ask me safety questions while we're driving and I asked him whether this was a performance ride or safety ride and his answer was both. It's what we call a blended ride-safety and performance. I told him, i'd never heard of such a ride and wasn't comfortable answering safety questions while being focused on performance and that i'm not refusing to answer the safety questions and would be glad to stop the car and answer any questions if we code it off for safety. He then tried to get me to stop bagging packages at houses with no porches or just a 5" overhang. I told him that he was ordering me to do things against my methods. His answer was that it's not supposed to rain today, so not to bag the pkg's. I replied that I didn't know whether these people were on vacation or not, but he gave me a direct order to stop bagging pkg's. I complied. We then received a text msg. that the lady had called to have the NDA sig. req'd package will called. I then told my sup that the loop takes us right by her house again and that we had a delivery right down the road from her house so we should make another attempt. He said no, i've had enough, we just need to finish our stops and get done. I was like c'mon, this is our premium service here. It's from Verizon so it's probably her cell phone or something. She lives approximately 25 miles from our center, so that's 50 miles round trip, so let's save her a trip. He said no, she called to have it held so thats what she wants. I told him, look lets be reasonable, if her car is in the drive, let's stop, if not lets drive on by. He goes ballistic and starts screaming at me, saying no, i've had enough lets just finish and go back, I wanna get done. I was like, i'll tell you what, i'll take a couple minutes of my lunch to reattempt the package if her car is in the drive. He says hey, if you wanna do it that way, go ahead. So we pull into this womans drive, I shut the truck off, grab the diad board and punch out, open the door, grab the package, we both get out of the truck, and the girl runs out of her house saying, thank you, thank you so much for bringing that back to me, it's my phone and I needed it for tonight. You wouldn't believe what the sup said. He tells her, no problem, we were driving back by your house and wanted to save you a trip into town!!!! She thanked us again while I just looked at him, like you lying son of a bitch. It didn't bother me that he took the credit for it and I didn't say a word to the customer because that would've been unprofessional, I just went back to the truck and punched back in and kept my mouth shut. We got back on the road and he grabbed my diad board to check to see if I actually punched out to make the delivery. All of sudden he goes ballistic again saying, you only punched out for a minute and you told me you'd take a couple. I told him, I know what I said, but I punched out when I shut the truck off and when we got back in the truck I hit time on the diad board. I didn't even look to see how long it took. He said so you're trying to steal a minute from me. I said you're not serious. Sometimes it's hard to tell if this guy is serious or joking. I'm serious, you're going back on your word and stealing a minute from me. I was like, geez, man are really this upset over a minute. He went on and on and on ranting and raving like a child throwing a tantrum about 60 seconds. I finally said, forget it, quit yelling, let's just stop talking about it. He actually agreed....
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