First I would like to thank Boomer for allowing me to contribute to his fine blog and for the eloquent introduction. Please feel free to comment on anything you would like and call me out if you disagree with an opinion.
I have been kicking around a few ideas for my first post. It seems each and every day the left does something to irritate me so content should not be a problem, right? Right you are, but before I start spewing my random thoughts I think it is only appropriate to speak to my background and why I am who I am. So, to finally answer the question posed by the late Admiral James Stockdale, “Who am I? Why am I here?"
I am a happily married 33-year old, medical sales manager who makes my living in the great state of Texas. I also am the co-owner of a small Real Estate company. I vote as a Republican but consider myself a Conservative first and foremost. However, I was not always a resident of the Lone Star state. I grew up in Western Pennsylvania a huge Steelers, Penguins, and Pirates fan. After 12 years of attending Catholic Schools I was accepted to Indiana University of Pennsylvania (IUP), a state school, and my views really began to take shape at that point. After finishing college I lived in the lefty hotbeds of Eastern PA, Baltimore, and the mother ship – Washington D.C. As you can see, up until my time in Texas, I spent most of my life surrounded by rampant liberalism. One would only assume that through this immersion I would be among the brainwashed? Well, this brings me to an event when I was a young adult that shaped the “Who am I”....
When I was 19-years old my aunt got me a job at a glass factory in my hometown. This position was for college students that were home for the summer and we were called in to fill in for regulars on vacation. It paid $22/hour and for three summers this job paid for most of my books, housing, and food when I returned to college each fall. The way it worked was that I was on a “Call-in” list that was based on seniority. I was at the bottom of the list and the older college students were at the top. The work itself was usually pretty easy (picture Laverne & Shirley) but it was extremely hot in the factory (120+ on somedays). So here is how the event happened: It was one of my first nights (11pm-7am shift)on the job and the foreman had placed myself and two other newbie college kids in the back of the factory. Our job was to unload pallets of Rolling Rock bottles that were stacked incorrectly back on to the conveyor belt. We were told we had to do 13 pallets in our 8 hours shift.
We were about 12.5 pallets into the job and a guy walked up to me and introduced himself as the Union Shift Representative. As I later found out, his job was to monitor that the company was not violating any Union rules during his shift. That was all he did, all night long, walk around, drink coffee and complain. Well, he told us that we needed to sit down and stop unloading the pallets after we finished 13 pallets. We had 2 hours left in our shift? I asked him why and he said because if we did more than 13 pallets than the company was going to expect all the other shifts to do more than 13 pallets and him and the union would be disappointed with me if I continued. I replied back that would it not be better for the company if we could all do more since they were paying us so well? He laughed at me as he was walking away and told us all to finish up and sit down for the remaining two hours.
I did not sit down. I convinced the other guys to help me and we did 15 pallets that night. The foreman (non-union salary employee) came back and thanked us all and told us we did a great job. The next day I was called in again for the same job and lazy Union Shift Representative kept his word because he was very disappointed in me. After we exchanged a few un-pleasantries he and I decided we were not going to like each other very much. But that wasn’t the worst part. Word of my non-compliance was spreading around the factory like fire flies. My aunt called me and told me not to mess with the Union and I needed to quit making waves or they were not going to have me back next summer. The other college kids told me to stop because they were getting grief because of me. It was a big deal, but I felt I was right and I wasn’t going to stop.
The funny thing was that management took notice.. Remember how I told you I was on the bottom of the seniority list? Well, after I proved to be a hard worker the Maintenance Supervisor put me on his day shift crew in a non-union position to work on fixing the factory’s roof! I ended up with more hours that summer than any other college kid and I was at the bottom of the seniority list. Each summer after that I ended up on the maintenance crew and each summer I worked more hours than anyone else.
I learned some things that summer that have stuck with me. I learned that if you work hard chances are success will follow. I also learned that Unions had become a major deterrence to the profitability of a company and an actual liability to the workers themselves. My experience with the union was not limited to this one story. I witnessed how a company was forced to work and sometimes promote unqualified and incapable employees. And unfortunately, a few years later, I witnessed the glass factory close it’s doors and move the entire operation and it’s 800+ jobs to Mexico during a Union Strike. To this day I completely believe the union mentality was completely responsible for those 800+ jobs leaving my hometown.
That is, “Who am I…?” The “Why am I here?”… is simply because I have had enough with this administration and I need an outlet to vent my frustrations. Boomer and I have become friends over that last few months through another venture and we have found out we share similar philosophies on the current state of our country and hopefully together we can connect with others and share experiences like the one I just did above. That and my wife is sick of hearing me whine so now I can do it here!
Thanks for Reading,
Jeff
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