HolyMaryMotherofChrist!!!
Whoa!! I'm not sure the union life is for me. Imagine every stereotypical union type lazy slob & you've just joined me in the ABF building.
I asked to see the boss, we had a meeting arranged. He took a vacation day, since he's got a sinus infection or something. He left the DOT Physical paperwork & pee test specimen bottle for me. I decided I had to have absolute answers before continuing this...this...this thing. I asked the woman at the front desk some basic questions about the specific benefits. SHe didn't know. She pointed me to "that guy, he's the shop steward" and said his name. I asked him the same questions. He knew precisley 1% more than she knew. Looking confused that somebody had the gall to ask about these things, he proceeds to inforn me that the unios hall is right around the corner. The she & he talk about whether itr's the first or second left on top of the hill (which might be called a rise if you're in Death Valley).
He then asks if I'm being hired as a casual. I say, no, I applied for a permanent position & he looks really confused. He then asks if I was already a teamster. Fuck no, thinks I. "No", I say. Did he tell you about the $200. initiation fee? I think $200. fucking dollars...are you nuts??? What a load of crap. I say, "no". I thien to proceed to ask about the 401(k) plan, is it administered through ABF or the union. This guy is quite obvioulsy awaiting his union pension & SSA check. The last time I sw a look that confused it was right before I ran over the frog. He mumbles something about, yea, there one but I don't think they match. Since there seems to be a problem, the woman suggests calling da boss at home. Good idea,
He says, in a nutshell, the union handles the benefits so I don't really know what they are. We do match the 401(k) but I don't know how much of a match since management & drivers leveal are different. We hire everybody as casuals, to make sure they work out & (adding bs to look good) to make sure this is the job they think it is & that they want. He then goes on, much as I'm doing here, about the two or three or fifty guys who started & then quit or didn't like it or went to Iraq or blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Huh? Oh, sorry. He finally says he can tell in a week if it's a match & he'll call me in a day ot two to finish some paperwork.
I'm now dizzy with so many stupid peoples stink being around me. I finally catch my breath & ask for the address to the Occupational Health place. They give me cross streets. I ask for the name of the place & after asking 4 people, they figure it out. I slink my way out, hoping that idiocy is not catchable.
Using the handy dandy SUPERGONZO cell phone, I call & ask the Mrs to give me a address. It took her :15 seconds. God I love this woman. I tell her about the experience & she says "Now do you see why I call them yokels". (She'd once worked in the office of a union shop & was introduced to sexual harassment at the same time).
I finished with Quack in the Box, took the ABF paperwork back to them & stopped at the union place. I got answers (not that hard) & information (not that hard) in under 5 minutes. They have pretty good insurance package (health, dental, vision, life) for free. Family is free too. That's what keeps drawing me back. The drop in pay is damn near covered by the lack of insurance costs alone. 4 hours of OT & we're back to square one.
Unions really suck.