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Employee List Updated on January 12, 2018
Here is a list of employees where I work
1989 - 5
1990 - 5
1991 - 2
1992 - 1
1993 - 6
1994 - 7
1995 - 2
1996 - 4
1997 - 8
1998 - 9
1999 - 10
2000 - 6
2001 - 1
2002 - 4
2003 - 4
2004 - 10
2005 - 5
2006 - 18
2007 - 54
2008 - 16
2011 - 8
2012 - 8
2013 - 34
2014 - 43
2015 - 43
2016 - 26
2017 - 48
1989 - 5
1990 - 5
1991 - 2
1992 - 1
1993 - 6
1994 - 7
1995 - 2
1996 - 4
1997 - 8
1998 - 9
1999 - 10
2000 - 6
2001 - 1
2002 - 4
2003 - 4
2004 - 10
2005 - 5
2006 - 18
2007 - 54
2008 - 16
2011 - 8
2012 - 8
2013 - 34
2014 - 43
2015 - 43
2016 - 26
2017 - 48
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Posted: Jan 2018
About this poem:
We have about 427 employees and around 50 temporary employees, so almost 500 people that work here. The temp pay when I started in 2007 was 10.50, then when I came back in 2013 it was 9.50. Now it is 13 for temps.Music In A Black Case
I got some music CD's today from a coworker at work
He had been promising me this music for about five years
I was very surprised when he gave it to me
I went through the music to find what to keep
All the while smelling cigarettes
The one case was made out of leather
Leather must really hold smoke smell well
Because this thing had not seen any smoke for over five years
Yet it smelled of cigarettes like it had been yesterday
I took what I wanted and donated that smelly case to Goodwill
Maybe a smoker will find it's smell dreamy
He had been promising me this music for about five years
I was very surprised when he gave it to me
I went through the music to find what to keep
All the while smelling cigarettes
The one case was made out of leather
Leather must really hold smoke smell well
Because this thing had not seen any smoke for over five years
Yet it smelled of cigarettes like it had been yesterday
I took what I wanted and donated that smelly case to Goodwill
Maybe a smoker will find it's smell dreamy
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Posted: Jun 2018
About this poem:
There was some good music in both cases, the other one didn't smell as much as it was made out of a non-leather material.Hot
I wonder what temperature the CEO of our company has where he works?
Could it be the 500,000 dollars it would take to air condition our work place
Instead goes to his air conditioned office, car, yacht, truck, and swimming pool
Instead of a cool and comfortable temperature, we get Gatorade
I wonder how many factories have similar stories to tell about how hot it is
Or better yet, how many can really say they work in air conditioning
Or have a fan blowing on them at least?
This corporate greed just keeps right on rolling over good people
So a few fat cats can delight in the misery they create
Is is wrong to wish some of that misery back on them?
Of course it is, but I do find myself fantasizing
About what will happen to them when they die
Will they see the light and treat their workers with dignity
Or will they just donate some of their stolen cash to some church?
Is it better to kiss God's large fanny or people down here on planet earth?
I guess tomarrow will answer that question once again!
Could it be the 500,000 dollars it would take to air condition our work place
Instead goes to his air conditioned office, car, yacht, truck, and swimming pool
Instead of a cool and comfortable temperature, we get Gatorade
I wonder how many factories have similar stories to tell about how hot it is
Or better yet, how many can really say they work in air conditioning
Or have a fan blowing on them at least?
This corporate greed just keeps right on rolling over good people
So a few fat cats can delight in the misery they create
Is is wrong to wish some of that misery back on them?
Of course it is, but I do find myself fantasizing
About what will happen to them when they die
Will they see the light and treat their workers with dignity
Or will they just donate some of their stolen cash to some church?
Is it better to kiss God's large fanny or people down here on planet earth?
I guess tomarrow will answer that question once again!
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Posted: Jun 2018
About this poem:
A hot day in the 90's, and a work place in the 110's, just another day in paradise!
Aching Survival
by Wayne Palesado
Stress filled, overloaded, disheveled being.
Unwound into a tangled creature ached.
Stemming from the abuse given daily.
In order to function within the progression.
Stumbling in the race that dictates it's winners.
Feel the sting as your lost in the populace.
Who is unannounced for your effort.
Weary and rotting in an aging shell.
Cracks felt, yet strong casing lingers.
How long can you survive? You may ask.
Question unanswered as the alarm bell rings in the mourning hour.
Stress filled, overloaded, disheveled being.
Unwound into a tangled creature ached.
Stemming from the abuse given daily.
In order to function within the progression.
Stumbling in the race that dictates it's winners.
Feel the sting as your lost in the populace.
Who is unannounced for your effort.
Weary and rotting in an aging shell.
Cracks felt, yet strong casing lingers.
How long can you survive? You may ask.
Question unanswered as the alarm bell rings in the mourning hour.
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Posted: Aug 2018
About this poem:
The routine of daily labor of the working class.Red Light
Sam
You don't have to turn on the red light
Cause it don't make no difference
You don't have to sell your employees to the night
Sam
You don't have to show that accident sign-in tonight
Cause there's too many injured employees
And the pain is getting too high
Sam
We have had enough bad health care
Told we have to pay for accidents cause by neglect
Pay with our pain and our frustration at a company who sells us out
Sam
You can keep your damn money
We just want a day off
Away from you and your uncaring management and workers
You don't have to turn on the red light
Cause it don't make no difference
You don't have to sell your employees to the night
Sam
You don't have to show that accident sign-in tonight
Cause there's too many injured employees
And the pain is getting too high
Sam
We have had enough bad health care
Told we have to pay for accidents cause by neglect
Pay with our pain and our frustration at a company who sells us out
Sam
You can keep your damn money
We just want a day off
Away from you and your uncaring management and workers
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Posted: Feb 2019
About this poem:
I'm sure it is just as frustrating for workers in other fields, wether it be cops or teachers, or just a McDonald's worker. We all feel the neglect of a job that doesn't give us what we need most, respect. This is a parody of Roxanne by The Police.The End
And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love you make
I was listening to this song today at work
It seems a lot of the time I feel like a jerk
Am I making love when I work for this multinational company?
Or am I just making them more money?
I don't feel much love out there in the work world
It seems like a rigged game to me
The rich win and everyone else loses
I think the people who get the most enjoyment out of their work
Are the ones who work for themselves
The ones who have found something they enjoy doing
And found a way to also make money at it
The professional golfers or singers or artists
If I had a way to make love and make money at the same time
Being an artist would be where it is at
Then there is no theft of your time, your body, your mind or your soul
There is only one thing
And that is love
The love you take
Is equal to the love you make
I was listening to this song today at work
It seems a lot of the time I feel like a jerk
Am I making love when I work for this multinational company?
Or am I just making them more money?
I don't feel much love out there in the work world
It seems like a rigged game to me
The rich win and everyone else loses
I think the people who get the most enjoyment out of their work
Are the ones who work for themselves
The ones who have found something they enjoy doing
And found a way to also make money at it
The professional golfers or singers or artists
If I had a way to make love and make money at the same time
Being an artist would be where it is at
Then there is no theft of your time, your body, your mind or your soul
There is only one thing
And that is love
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Posted: Mar 2019
About this poem:
The Beatles is probably the best group ever and Paul McCartney being the best single musical writer and performer. The first part of this poem is the song The End.
My hope
Be ready to face the harshness of life. If you succeed, you will be happy, and I will always have hope that you did not give up, so you won
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Posted: Jul 2023
About this poem:
no giving upPeople I've Worked With
There are so many who have come and gone through the years
Some were nice to be around, most were not
I'm super shy, so that sure doesn't help to foster a good time for me
I really wish I had gotten a job long ago where it was just me, myself, and I
But still I have the memories of these people, and that is something
The guy from Hardee's went golfing with me in 1988
The girl from Hardee's went out with me on a date
The girl from d*ck's got me, thank god she wasn't late
The teacher from Cassville made me a meal
The guy from Peru at the cheese plant in Belmont talked about potatoes with zeal
The young man from Fiji at the freezer plant in East Dubuque like my music a lot
The guy from South America at the muffler shop in Mineral Point was nice
The women at Chestnut in Galena were so pretty they would melt January ice
I could talk about the rest who weren't so well
But for now all I can say is...
They can just go to HELL!
Some were nice to be around, most were not
I'm super shy, so that sure doesn't help to foster a good time for me
I really wish I had gotten a job long ago where it was just me, myself, and I
But still I have the memories of these people, and that is something
The guy from Hardee's went golfing with me in 1988
The girl from Hardee's went out with me on a date
The girl from d*ck's got me, thank god she wasn't late
The teacher from Cassville made me a meal
The guy from Peru at the cheese plant in Belmont talked about potatoes with zeal
The young man from Fiji at the freezer plant in East Dubuque like my music a lot
The guy from South America at the muffler shop in Mineral Point was nice
The women at Chestnut in Galena were so pretty they would melt January ice
I could talk about the rest who weren't so well
But for now all I can say is...
They can just go to HELL!
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Posted: Nov 2019
About this poem:
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