I worked for a terrible airline company. They started a smaller company that could hire and train people to run the planes but pay them way less at certain airports. Whereas my colleagues at other airports were making over $20 an hour, I was getting paid $10.25 for the same — and sometimes more — work.
It honestly would scare you to know how little they pay the people who are the ones that make sure your plane takes off safely. All of us had two to three jobs to be able to pay rent, and we were all in the job for the benefits — free flights to anywhere in the country on standby.
I could tell many stories about how terrible my boss was. Here’s just one.
I had to go to the hospital from the airport because of intense pain in my stomach. It turns out that because of the stress caused by that job, my intestines decided to stop functioning. I spent the day in the hospital, and then they gave me a note saying that I didn’t have to work for the next two days. I told [Boss]’s boss about it — since I hated talking to [Boss] — when I went back to work three days later.
I came in around 4:00 am. We had five people total to load all luggage, load the water, and push out five planes in a little over an hour — already an incredible amount of work for so few people. We had our morning work meeting to discuss how f***ed we were, and then [Boss] asked me into his office.
Boss: “Your attendance is unacceptable.”
Me: *Dumbfounded* “What do you mean?”
Boss: “You’ve been late a couple of times, and now missing the past three days…”
Me: “[Boss], I have the note from the hospital. According to work policy, that shouldn’t affect my attendance.”
Boss: “I don’t care what work policy says. I’m going to fire you.”
Again, I cited work policy since we were “protected” by a union.
Me: “[Boss], you have to give me an attendance warning before you’re allowed to fire me for attendance. This is the first time I’m hearing about attendance, so you can’t fire me right now.”
Boss: “It doesn’t matter. I’m going to give you a warning right now, and when I get back from vacation next week, you’re going to be fired. Now go back to work. My decision is final.”
I told my coworkers what had happened. Then, I decided, “All right, well, if next week he’s firing me, I’ll just leave now.” Even though their day was about to be f***ed since now four people were working five planes, my coworkers all said, “F*** this place. Get out of here!” So, I left and went to get breakfast.
As I was enjoying my meal, [Boss] called me. I happily ignored him. He called three more times and then texted me, asking where I was.
Me: “You fired me. Why would I keep working for you?”
No response. I tried to soak in the sight of [Boss] running between planes like a chicken with his head cut off. I don’t imagine that any plane took off on time that morning.
I got a call from Human Resources, the union representative, and the general manager, who was [Boss]’s boss. They all said [Boss] was wrong and asked me if I could come back to work it out, but quitting felt so good, and I felt such a weight lifted off my shoulders thinking about not working there anymore, I never went back.
This part isn’t so satisfying; it’s more a testament to this airline’s complete lack of ethics. [Boss] got in really big trouble later. One coworker had a shoulder injury and had a note, and he told [Boss] several times that he couldn’t do super heavy labor. [Boss] sent him to the bag room by himself anyway. Imagine having to lift 300 to 700 fifty- to seventy-pound bags over your head per hour, all while running between the bag carts and the belt. Needless to say, the guy tore his shoulder and had to get surgery on it.
They still didn’t fire [Boss]. Instead, they “promoted” him to manage the workers who did ticketing and no manual labor. As far as I know, [Boss] still works for the airline. My coworker still cannot move the way he used to two years later.