Let me explain what led up to this point and it will take awhile. My center manager and I are like fire and ice/oil and water-we just don't mix. He is a major prick at the center, a smart ass, the kind of center manager who doesn't build people up but tears them down. He may be a good guy away from work, but I wouldn't know. He actually enjoys many of the same activities outside of work as I do such as traveling north, snowmobiling, jet skiing, fast cars etc. He's one of those people who thinks that the brand of toys that he owns are simply the best and the brands you own suck!! He likes Fords and Arctic Cats, so my Honda and Polaris suck!! My $23,000 BMW motorcycle is also a piece of crap and the Ducati I owned before that was the ugliest bike he'd ever seen. He seems to be very insecure as well and likes to throw 1 liners at you that he thinks are hilarious and i'm known for being quite witty with comebacks that make people laugh at him. Example-one morning he was in my face and his breath smelled like he'd eaten a **** sandwich for breakfast. I told him "No offense, but i'm gonna have to take a few steps back cause I can't take your breath, I think you have a rotting tooth and you should have your dentist check that out." I didn't mean to hurt his feelings, but I myself had just eaten breakfast and i'm sensitive to bad smells after I eat and I felt as if I was gonna hurl unless I put some distance between me and his breath. He is the exact opposite of our previous center manager who genuinely cared about us and would show it by asking us about our families well being and cooking breakfast and dinner for us from time to time on his grill!! The previous center manager was a mans man. He would make decisions on his own without asking his boss and then deal with the consequences later.
Things turned real bad between my current center manager and I a couple years ago. My wife delivered a stillborn baby which led to a long and drawn out divorce. 2 months after the divorce was final, my very best friend of all time was tragically killed in a motorcycle accident. I had also almost lossed my father twice in the same year. I had to miss quite a bit to deal with all of this stuff-court dates, hospital visits, funeral, etc. Many of you will, i'm sure, agree that UPS doesn't have much compassion for people and their personal lives and if you can't come to work and hump and dump them packages, they could care less about you and what you're going through. After my best friends death, I took some time off for stress, but I did NOT collect a dime of STD cause it was my problem to deal with and I didn't feel I deserved compensation. Shortly after I came back to work, I was called into the office to and issued a warning letter for my attendance. I asked him how he slept at night giving me this knowing what i'd been through. He said he slept just fine and he didn't give two ****s about my divorce and he didn't even care about my best friend dying, that he had a business to run and I needed to start coming to work. That's when I lossed all respect for him. A couple weeks later I signed up for an 8 hour request. The next morning I walked into talk with my dispatch sup. because my day looked as if they'd forgot to check the 8hour sign up sheet. I asked him if my 8hr had been denied and he said no, that is was approved and he agreed that he needed to remove quite a few stops. The center manager walks in and asks what we were doing and the dispatch sup told him that we were going over what area to pull off cause I had way to much work for my 8hr. He said no, leave the stops on his car, if he wants to get done, it's up to him. I was like hey, i'm just trying to keep you from putting out a fire later because I have to be done and I will punch out after 8 hours, so i'll call ya later. His answer was, when you call, the answer will be no help and if you bring back 1 stop I will fire you. I replied, well I guess i'm gonna get fired in the morning because I will bring back the work if I can't get it done, I've done it before and i'll do it again and I wasn't ever terminated for calling the bluff. He started screaming at me, so I said, hey if you're gonna scream, at least wait till my start time, and I started walking towards the exit door from the office. He jumped up and came over and pushed me up against the wall and grabbed my arm and got between me and the door. I told him to let go of my arm. He complied. I then went to the other office and called the cops and my BA at the union and told them I needed them to come over. I filed a greivance for harassment and him putting his hands on me. I guess it pissed him off royally that he had to answer to the cops, but he just lied and told them that he never touched me. I didn't have any witnesses since the dispatch sup had left the room after he had started screaming. At the local level hearing, he denied everything and since I couldn't prove he'd done it the only action that was taken was that him and I were not to be alone anywhere in the bldg. without a 3rd party. I lossed my cool and finally told him that if he had a stroke, I wouldn't call 911 and sometimes I wish he'd die on his way to work in an accident so I could jump for joy. I will admit that what I said wasn't right, but after his comments about my best friend, I let my emotions get the best of me. Nothing happened as a result. Quite a time passed after this and life went on. To be cont'd..........