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It's early afternoon and you walk out of your last stop, noting that the truck seems lower on one
side. Now the truck is thirty odd years old
, and the maker disavows any knowledge of it's existence -
you once went into a Ford dealer with the VIN to get a part, and they told you your truck was a 1982
Econoline with a six cylinder gas engine. But under the hood of that boxy old step van is a smoky
old four cylinder diesel that's been rebuilt more times than it should have. Used to be that every
depot had a mechanic who'd come out and change the tire, but they've laid so many off that it seems
like they've got only one mechanic left to cover half the state. The spare tire disappeared long ago,
so you run over to the auto parts place a block away and buy a plug kit and battery powered air
compressor. You save the receipt, but fat chance you'll get reimbursed. After fifteen slow minutes
the air compressor has made the offending tire round enough to limp to the nearest free gas station
air hose to finish the inflation. As the snow begins, you begin the fifty mile drive back to the depot...
But at the first stoplight, the Hostess Cake driver flags you down, dead battery again.
No jumper cables on either truck, so you push start his truck and follow him for the snowy drive back
to the depot.
Your truck is scary enough to drive on dry pavement, what with a half million miles of wear giving it
grabby brakes and "road grader steering". After a white knuckle drive you pull into the depot 13 hours
after you began your (shift)... and you still have to unload the stale bread and empty trays from your
truck and do your paperwork. On the drive home you keep yourself awake figuring out your pay for
the week... Let's see, they cut the commission to seven percent, and the gross sales for the week look
like they'll only be about $8000. Then there's the increased deduction for health care that the Hostess
Brands stuck you with in the last round of concessions. And then there's the mystery "promotional"
deductions they just started... Wonder how much they'll take out for that. Yup, for a 60+ hour work
week you'll be lucky to gross $500, barely minimum wage. The only reason you haven't quit is the
pension, and you've got at least a decade more before you'll be eligible for even early retirement.
Exhausted, you park your car, grab your mail on the way to the apartment, and read it while you
grab a bite to eat before bed. It's a notice from the pension plan - Due to deadbeat Hostess Brands
failure to make their contractually required payments to the plan, there will be no further pension
credit accrual nor early retirement options until further notice. They even suspended the disability
pension... No way can your battered knees and back survive another twenty years of this job!
But you're too tired to be angry, and as your friends head out for a saturday night on the town you
hit the hay.
Overpaid? That's what Hostess Brands insists their drivers and bakers are in their bankruptcy filings.
Since when was a barely minimum wage job at odd hours that's bad if not down right hazardous to
your health overpaid?
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Just F* them!
They should be ashamed.
They got theirs.
But they should be.