We knew it was going to happen and it's kind of bitter sweet. In one aspect I'm losing the best job I'll probably ever have. When I started November 10th, 1997 at 22 years old I never thought I'd have to look for another job again. The company had been in business for over 100 years, been owned by dozens of people and/or companies and no matter what happened they always found a way to survive. The workers would wipe their brow and do what ever it took to make it happen and get it done.
The other aspect is we know the plants closing by the end of this year. I had major back surgery this past spring and I'm still out of work recovering from the surgery. I probably couldn't have gone back anyway's, especially by the end of this year. It's all repetitious, manual, physical labor in a very old, dirty, oily factory that I absolutely loved for almost 14 years. I'll miss the people the most. We always stepped up to the plate and got whatever we needed to get done, done.
One of my best friends in the plant saw the move sheet (transfers/reductions list) tonight or should I say this morning. He sent me a text and asked me to call him when I got a chance. I aint got nothing else to do so 1.234 nano seconds later I called him and he said he saw the move sheet and they have my seniority group being laid off indefinitely tomorrow (9-9-11).
It just sucks it's happening on my son's 10th birthday. He was born September 9th, 2001, the last of our three healthy kids. On September 10th, 2001 I watched my Giant's lose to the Bronco's on MNF. I woke up late on September 11th, 2001 and figured I'd watch the news a little before I took a shower and headed to the hospital. I turned the TV on and both Towers had already been hit but were still standing and I heard about the Pentagon. I called my wife and then watched the first Tower fall. I got dressed, grabbed my Glock and a IWB holster (don't know why) and went to the hospital. We brought my son home September 11th, 2001.
Sorry for the rant, just gets frustrating, NYH1.
