Mid America Cabinets
First day , I was received with 9.5 alkaline water and pizza: that’s what the company told me they usually buy for the workers, but that day, I was the only one. It turns out that Heidi, from human resources, handed me a pizza and alkaline water as if they were followers of my Twitter account. I remember thanking everyone, but I didn't eat the pizza; I put it in the microwave in my area. The next day, my supervisor gave the pizza to someone who was missing two fingers. I don’t know his name, but I imagine this person ate the pizza the manager gave me through Heidi.
On the second day, after witnessing my skill with the tools, the supervisor decided he wanted to train me, with the "order legend," which he didn't even know himself. Plus, a person who had been using the cutting machine incorrectly for 10 years was supposed to train me. I mean, how are you going to learn from someone who’s been using that basic carpentry tool incorrectly for 10 years?
Later, I offered a basic class on the Pythagorean theorem and the sum of the interior angles of known geometric figures. You know what’s funny? My superiors thought my superiority was that of a high school kid over an elementary school kid, without understanding that my superiority isn't 100 or 500 years old; we're talking about millions of years of knowledge. On my second day, I was already in the manager's office because, according to them, it was my fault for having too much skill at my job. In fact, I showed everyone that there’s no need to lose a hand or fingers when you use the machine correctly.
Do you remember I mentioned the person who ate the pizza? Well, that same day he got fired. Yes, the man who was missing two fingers. You know what’s ironic? The new sign-in process requires a scan of your right hand, and everyone was cutting incorrectly initially.
On the other hand, when HR suggested that we could wear shorts and headphones—basically, a factory without safety rules—I still remember the man with varicose veins who drove the forklift. He thought he was on a bicycle and liked speeding around the factory, without carrying anything and with the forklift prongs in the wrong position.
To continue with the story, I'm in the manager's office. They praise me for my cutting skill and then complain because I told the supervisor I didn’t want to learn the "legend" because he didn’t even know it correctly. I don’t want to learn it like him; I want to learn it correctly. They demand that I have to learn more, as if they were going to pay me more, and this on my second day.
After that, I could see how the supervisor was plotting with others to give me extra work. My output was incredible, and I did everything correctly. It turns out that when I went to talk to my supervisor, he acted like I didn’t have time to listen to him, as if he were pretending to be angry. Since the next day was only a 4-hour workday, I decided not to go so that I could sort everything out over the weekend.
Sure enough, Monday comes, and I'm early at the company. I had time to think about some marketing strategies and to scan the company's website to see if there were any real job opportunities. And look at this: a depressing website that I could make 1000 times better. And I think, this is what I need to do—help them increase their online presence. I was gathering information to offer the manager a full report when suddenly I noticed my computer acting strangely, and that’s when I realized I had been hacked from the Siloam Springs Public Library, both my computer and my phone. On Monday, I informed the manager of the vulnerabilities on their website. He told me he would inform the company owner, and the rest of the day went well. On Tuesday, some strange people came to the company. My supervisor disappeared, and when he returned, his attitude changed. He was looking for any excuse to reprimand me, which he didn’t find. But by Wednesday, he was already determined to do anything and said:
- “You have to cut like me.”
- And I said: “But don’t you realize you’re doing it wrong?”
- He says: “That’s how I was taught, and that’s how you have to do it.”
- I said: “If you don’t need your hands, I do.”
- He says: “I’m not going to argue with you about that” (because he knows he’s wrong).
Then he orders me to do another task. I ask him for the level to do the task, and he goes to find Heidi from HR and tells her I don't want to follow orders.
She approaches me using every seduction technique possible, but those techniques only work on men with low self-esteem. God, if I describe everything she tried to get my attention, I could sum it up by saying she just didn’t take her clothes off. And I watched her, working hard and enjoying the show. She’s not bad after all. I remember asking her if everything was okay, and she says my supervisor told her I didn’t want to follow the rules. She spent the whole afternoon watching me work until I approached her. She pursed her lips as if it meant something to me, as if she wanted to say something to me, or as if I cared.
I said: “What’s happening?”
She says: “I don’t know.”
I said: “You do know.”
She leaves, and I don’t see her again. I finish my shift.
The next day, I find out I was fired the day before, and the manager even paid me for the day, having worked only 4 hours.
And on the other hand they destroyed my plans that were going to bring substantial profits to the company and the possibility of creating new advanced jobs to optimize the development and growth of the company. The argument for firing was according to them that I did not follow the rules without specifying which rule I violated of course and by the Owner who had a lot of knowledge for the position. That's all. I mean they hacked me to see what my intentions were when they saw that they were good they decided to destroy my laptop and my phone with these viruses. That's why the strange people on Tuesday in the offices, that is, that show that I have never been me, it's you who will do whatever it takes to alter my reality, parasites. That's what the miserable ones do. How can you sleep? The best of all is that God exists and he has a special place in hell for you who try to change realities through espionage, the world has to know this.
My first question: Is the man who ate the pizza okay? Maybe the pizza was poisoned? Why was I fired?
