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Work List of Hired On
2019 7
2018 143
2017 39
2016 21
2015 30
2014 32
2013 29
2012 5
2011 7
2010 2
2009 0
2008 13
2007 47
I started in the years 2007 and 2013 as they had a massive layoff one week before Christmas that year. I left at 13.45, and returned in 2013 starting out at 9.50. I have gone up from there quite a bit. The only problem is that someone starting can make what it took me 12 years to achieve in just their first raise. Not very fair, but I am sure it is like this other places too.
2018 143
2017 39
2016 21
2015 30
2014 32
2013 29
2012 5
2011 7
2010 2
2009 0
2008 13
2007 47
I started in the years 2007 and 2013 as they had a massive layoff one week before Christmas that year. I left at 13.45, and returned in 2013 starting out at 9.50. I have gone up from there quite a bit. The only problem is that someone starting can make what it took me 12 years to achieve in just their first raise. Not very fair, but I am sure it is like this other places too.
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Posted: Jul 2019
About this poem:
I made a list back in 2015 and 2017, though I couldn't find the data. I am pretty sure the totals have lost a lot from those years as the turnover rate here is very high. We had over 300 come and go in 2007, and another 500 come and go in 2015. I figure over 5000 people have come and gone since 2007.It's Hot Hot Hot!
Soaked in sweat
My head feels like it has been boiled like an egg
I have diarrhea
I don't care any more about this job
It is supposed to be better than this
You have air conditioning for the managers
But they don't want to share it with the workers
I wonder how the sweat shops across the world are doing in this weather
If you work for one of these places you are at the mercy of mother nature
When it is not June, July, or August, you do ok
But this is the time when you are tested
How much crap can I put up with?
But still I am glad I make more than Vietnamese workers
Who only make 2.50 dollars a day
My head feels like it has been boiled like an egg
I have diarrhea
I don't care any more about this job
It is supposed to be better than this
You have air conditioning for the managers
But they don't want to share it with the workers
I wonder how the sweat shops across the world are doing in this weather
If you work for one of these places you are at the mercy of mother nature
When it is not June, July, or August, you do ok
But this is the time when you are tested
How much crap can I put up with?
But still I am glad I make more than Vietnamese workers
Who only make 2.50 dollars a day
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Posted: Jul 2019
About this poem:
Another hot day, maybe the planet is heating up.
wrapped hands
all I was given was strength
a dull and blunted tool
I stare out at beauty
with the clarity of a fool
all I was given was ferocity
a rulebook without rules
a limited life vocabulary
an outdated set of tools
all you were given was beauty
intelligence and grace
a heart to dry my soul and boat
my lighthouse is your face
all I was given was physicality
an afterthought, a whim
I struggle in the mighty seas
the great minds often swim
all you were given was a kindness
wrapped around a true
all I was given was brutality
it stops me from loving you
a dull and blunted tool
I stare out at beauty
with the clarity of a fool
all I was given was ferocity
a rulebook without rules
a limited life vocabulary
an outdated set of tools
all you were given was beauty
intelligence and grace
a heart to dry my soul and boat
my lighthouse is your face
all I was given was physicality
an afterthought, a whim
I struggle in the mighty seas
the great minds often swim
all you were given was a kindness
wrapped around a true
all I was given was brutality
it stops me from loving you
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Posted: Aug 2019
Post CommentThe Third Companion
With these hands
Through this heart
Beauty is fashioned
For folk at sea.
Through this heart
Beauty is fashioned
For folk at sea.
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Posted: Aug 2019
About this poem:
This was created 15 years ago for a personal website in order to make one-of-a-kind furniture and sculptural items for sale. There's an old saying that 'life is what happens when you're making other plans'. I went through the big "D", then shifted outta ON-Terrible to BC, then hence to NS these past 11 years.
Abandoned
You stand empty.
You stand silent.
Your windows broken.
Your machines scrapped.
Your workers gone.
The rails rusty,
The lots empty.
The lights off.
The smokestacks cold.
The gates locked.
The end reached.
You stand silent.
Your windows broken.
Your machines scrapped.
Your workers gone.
The rails rusty,
The lots empty.
The lights off.
The smokestacks cold.
The gates locked.
The end reached.
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Posted: May 2022
Post Comment
Candy Cruiser
'69 Camaro
I'm working the block
candy cruiser
Glock under lock
these streets is hard
oil and cement
you gonna cross me
dog you better repent
red-haired and heels
she doing my deals
one tight b*tch
loyalty appeals
gonna branch out
get another city down
plan to franchise
I ain't no local clown
still I'm tiring of the game
tiring of the hate
500 G in the bank
to that I can relate
need a penthouse in the country
need some mountain air
the champagne sipping redhead
won't wait another year
I'm working the block
candy cruiser
Glock under lock
these streets is hard
oil and cement
you gonna cross me
dog you better repent
red-haired and heels
she doing my deals
one tight b*tch
loyalty appeals
gonna branch out
get another city down
plan to franchise
I ain't no local clown
still I'm tiring of the game
tiring of the hate
500 G in the bank
to that I can relate
need a penthouse in the country
need some mountain air
the champagne sipping redhead
won't wait another year
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Posted: May 2021
About this poem:
having fun writing some rap lyricswalrus
a white cloud of teeth
approaches
looks..
and reconsiders
02:03
at the nightclub
a confrontation
I work the door
a struggle
we trade
I remove
the bigger man
he sees
his own blood
my squat silhouette
heavy goatee
"you are just
a psychotic walrus..! "
shouts he
from kerbside chamfered bivouac
guffaws
from staff
onlookers
bystanders
nickname..
tattoo
approaches
looks..
and reconsiders
02:03
at the nightclub
a confrontation
I work the door
a struggle
we trade
I remove
the bigger man
he sees
his own blood
my squat silhouette
heavy goatee
"you are just
a psychotic walrus..! "
shouts he
from kerbside chamfered bivouac
guffaws
from staff
onlookers
bystanders
nickname..
tattoo
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Posted: Sep 2019
Post CommentThe Irrelevance of War
War would End if the Dead could Return...
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Posted: Jun 2021
About this poem:
This is a line I came across by an unknown source. The writer did not give his name. Anonymous.The solace of a broken watermain
The day before yesterday the plumber came
to examine my drain
with the water running into it
day and night
he looked at me
I looked at him
its not coming from the pipes he said
it could be from under your concrete slab
or a broken pipe in your walls
either option sounded dreadful to me
I pictured mining under my house
or removing half my bathroom
I rang the insurance
$1,500 maximum cover
but he said dig down
beside the drain
and we will get a closer look
at that flow
call me back
Yesterday I dug
and there it was
the entry point for water
to my house
burst
miraculously
finding its way through the drain housing
and into the drain
plumber returned
easy fix
best Xmas present
a man could have
Merry Xmas all :)
to examine my drain
with the water running into it
day and night
he looked at me
I looked at him
its not coming from the pipes he said
it could be from under your concrete slab
or a broken pipe in your walls
either option sounded dreadful to me
I pictured mining under my house
or removing half my bathroom
I rang the insurance
$1,500 maximum cover
but he said dig down
beside the drain
and we will get a closer look
at that flow
call me back
Yesterday I dug
and there it was
the entry point for water
to my house
burst
miraculously
finding its way through the drain housing
and into the drain
plumber returned
easy fix
best Xmas present
a man could have
Merry Xmas all :)
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Posted: Dec 2021
About this poem:
adventures in plumbingPeople 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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