Dear Rachel.
As you might have heard, I was asked to leave because I was sweating and talked too much. There was even talk I was using drugs.
Then this guy, called Chris, wanted to know my medical history, then he wanted to continue interrogating me to make a statement.
The statement would have been this: very humid, muggy outside, lots of people, so I was sweating. As to talking too much, I was doing no more or no less, than most of the staff tonight.
I am hoping to be paid for four hours. The inconvenience of being sent home on the spurious charge of being off my head on illicit drugs, is outrageous… More so that it came from a few other staff members. Sounds more like a witch hunt, than any constructive feedback.
Could you please give me the feedback email that Pineapple spoke about.
Now that seems like a better avenue for giving constructive feedback. But being talked about behind my back by other crew, accusing me of sweating and talking too much, just seems outrageous.
I’m hoping there was a good reason why I was sent home. That OHS were around, and that they couldn’t risk having a guy sweating and talking too much in their presence, maybe is a good reason to send me home.
Or maybe not.
Come on guys, this was amateur hour at its best…
I am sorry to have let the team down by sweating and talking too much. They needed me more than ever, but due to some malicious gossip from other crew members, I was sectioned and discharged.
Proof, not hearsay, is the only reason for escorting someone off the site.
Alright, I admit, I had a few red bulls, prior to work, forgot to take my insulin shot, blood levels spiked, sweated a bit, talked a bit too much, you would too if you didn’t have your insulin shot around. But this is personal information, and I don’t think Chris needed to know. I don’t even know who Chris was, other than a guy in a Combined shirt.
However, if he thought someone who sweated and talked too much was a hazard to other workers, well then, I must respect that. And I did. I left, unceremoniously. I left the crew who needed me most.
I was fit and able to work. But I never had a chance to say that, because a few crew members all agreed I was on drugs… A drug test would have sorted that out. Alas, I did what I was told. And now I have the reputation of being a drug fiend… Who would have guessed?
Don’t you agree??
Any documentation written up on me, from either you guys - Chris particularly, or BEC, as I know they were in on the conspiracy that I was sweating and talking too much, please send it my way for future reference to defending my good name.
It's ruined now, thanks to Chris in the black polo shirt and his informers, a couple of petty crew members wanting to score brownie points.
Indeed, they did. They used lies and deceit to eliminate someone they perceived as not 'cool', and that falls squarely in discrimination and bullying in the workplace. And as to privacy, too many questions were asked... a breach of the Privacy Act, I'd say. Particularly when I didn't know the guy in the black polo shirt's role in the company. He could have been the driver as far as I was concerned.
Kind Regards
The Roadster, Mother Fucker...
