Fine, I’m Leaving, But So Is My Stuff!

On January 19, when I clocked in at work, I was told that half of the machine operators on the day shift, all of the night shift, and half of the maintenance staff were getting cut loose. I gathered up all of my stuff so they could go through my toolbox and get it loaded.

I had bought three golf carts that didn’t work and needed fixing up. I had worked on those in the maintenance shop and gotten them running. A company one had been sitting in the back of the shop for a long time, so I’d gone ahead and fixed that one, too — on my dime.

I went and got all four golf carts and got them situated.

One of the bosses came over and pointed to one of the golf carts.

Boss: “Why did you take my golf cart?”

Me: “That’s one I bought.”

Boss: “What are you doing?”

Me: “I was just laid off with most everyone else. I’m taking all my stuff home.”

He went to jump on the company-owned cart.

Me: “Hold on, I need to get my stuff off of that one first.”

I put the four flat tires back on, and I took my variable speed controller out. I offered to sell any or all back to them or purchase the company one, but they declined. Cool with me.

I made four trips home with my stuff. I now have two carts listed for sale online and will be keeping the third.