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A Letter To My Union Steward
A Letter To My Union Steward
Today was going pretty well until the end of the day. Does anyone remember Randy? If not click this link Council Bluffs, Iowa: Day 19. I'll let the letter explain the rest. I am handing it to our Union Steward first thing tomorrow morning.
July 5, 2006
To Whom This May Concern,
An incident I believe to be unjustified happened to me yesterday approximately 4:55pm. After second break I, along with Joe (GF Billy’s son), was given a job to do. We were told to go get an air fall that was located near the southeast corner of the firebox on floor 235 I believe. Once we had gotten the air fall we were told to relocate it over to the northwest corner of the firebox on the same floor. The original location of the air fall was too tight to be able to tote it with a dolly. So Joe and I manhandled it from the southeast corner to the northwest corner of the firebox. We then stayed put for further instructions and at the same time looking out for our co workers. Joe ended up having to go to the bathroom so I sat tight waiting. Within a few minutes Randy (one of our co workers) showed up asking me what I was doing. I told him that I was doing what I was told to do. He then began to berate me saying that people wouldn’t get so upset if I would ask more questions and that this was my biggest problem. He went on to say that I needed to take the air fall over to another air fall that was already hanging there on that corner, then run the chain up, then hook up the air fall that Joe and I had brought over, and then lower it down to where he was at a few floors below us. At that time Randy walked off. I was kind of at odds with myself thinking that perhaps I misunderstood what I was supposed to do. Joe hadn’t returned yet so I proceeded to manhandle the air fall over to the location where it needed to be so I could hook it up.
Around this time Joe finally showed up and began helping me get the air fall and chain through the scaffolding. I rigged the air fall up with a nylon choker, hooked up the ends of the choker to the existing air fall, and then proceeded to untangle the chain. The chain was a mess to say the least especially from manhandling it so much. Joe and I tried to the very best of our ability to untangle the chain. We didn’t have a lot of room to work with so it was not an easy task. I finally separated the chains the best I could and let them down one section at a time. The load block was being a pain so as I let the chain down I kept the load block up where I was because I didn’t want it to slide down and potentially injure someone down below. As I had gotten the chains down all the way I took the load block and hooked it into the nylon choker I used to secure the air fall I was lowering down. Within a few minutes the air fall was in place and Joe and I proceeded to make our way towards our break room.
As Joe and I got up to the floor our break room was on we turned the corner and I saw Randy sitting on one of the job boxes in front of the break room. Once we got where Randy was sitting he started verbally assaulting me and made a physical threat toward me in Joe’s presence. Randy yelled at me saying that if I ever rig another air fall up like that again he would knock my teeth out. I asked him what he was talking about. He loudly remarked how I had hooked that load block to that nylon choker and once the air fall was lowered down to him he had to take it off and turn it around several times in order for it to slide down to where it needed to be. Everything being said on Randy’s part was loud and boisterous. I finally told him that I did that because of what I mentioned above. He proceeded to mouth me to the point to where I shut up, took my harness off, put it into our job box, told him I was sorry, and walked on into the break room leaving Joe there. I could still here ranting and raving outside. Shortly afterwards Joe walked in shaking his head. Then out of the blue Randy swings the door open standing halfway in and begins to mouth me again in front of not only some co workers but our foreman as well. Randy proceeded to say loudly that at this point he thinks of me as nothing but an apprentice because a journeyman never would’ve done that and that I was a non rigging mother fucker. I just sat there and stared at him blankly the whole time until our foreman finally said either come in here and shut the door or leave. At that point he shut the door and left.
After Randy had left I was very upset for the way I had been treated. I will admit that I could’ve done something different regarding hooking that load block to the nylon choker the way I did, however I do not believe for one that because of that I should’ve been verbally abused as well as physically threatened. I am not a trouble maker by any means but I feel like if this occurrence involving Randy is not addressed now it will happen again.
I am simply excercising my right as a Union Member because that's why I pay dues.
7/6/2006 1:46 am
At least someone acted like a mature adult and practised some restraint by not decking the guy. |
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