job description

A drawback of spending years in school is the assumption that the people in charge are typically going to be smarter in some way than the students.  This assumption sticks with you throughout life.  And I think this is the reason people make fun of their bosses so often.  Recently, the assumption was shattered at my place of employment.  In this case, not only is it that the boss isn't as smart, but he has no respect for his employees.

The Bakehouse has a Food Safety and Sanitation team.  This is a totally separate team dedicated to keeping the entire facility clean and monitoring the employees to see that they are working safely.  Now, we have a moth problem.  Having huge bins of flower attracts these types of problem.  It's a natural thing, and it probably happens to every bread baking facility.  The issue I have is that it doesn't seem that the Food Safety and Sanitation team is doing anything to combat this problem.  Now, the new deal at work is you can get one dollar for every moth you find and collect.  This is disgraceful, and every time I see someone walking around the bakehouse with a cup or plastic container of small moth bodies I am saddened by what we have been reduced to.  It's sad that people will totally demean themselves roaming the corners and dark, hot warehouse space for dead moths.  Not just because they're helping clean up, but for a dollar?  Are you not paid enough that you feel you have to scrounge around for maybe $5?  And what happened to Food Safety and Sanitation?  Is there no way to get rid of moths?  Isn't this why you get paid?  To have other people do your job for you?  Incredible.  I'd like to have been in the meeting where this was decided.  Where the Team Leader for the FS&S team sat across from the Bakehouse Manager and told him, "We just can't handle it.  Between fucking around all day and chatting with Maintenance and listening to music and rinsing things off, we just can't lick this moth problem."  "Oh, that's okay.  We'll just have everyone pitch in.  You'd be amazed what people will sell themselves off for.  A dollar will do it.  Yeah, a dollar a moth!  Genius!"

In the end, this new pitch is sort of the equivalent of "Let's play the silent game.  First person to talk loses."  It's a veiled attempt at keeping the masses pacified so we don't rise up and slay our masters for not having the place fumigated long ago.  We are now moth whores, selling our dignity a dollar a moth.  Get that money, folks!