...,Things like this mean nothing to them. They've done it to us before, and they're doing it to us again. We lost some very good people in the last go around. Huge amount of experience and talent. That's when we learned that not only do they not care about their employees, they don't appreciate what we bring to the table. They know it all and we are just tools to keep the money coming in. It's not even personal. It can't be personal when the coldness can freeze nitrogen.
I wish you all the luck you can get. Again, I'm really sorry about what you're going through. They say what doesn't kill you, usually sucks in a big way.
I couldn't agree with you more! You nailed it. Back in '96 we had almost 200 road drivers, and many premium runs to choose from, then came the big one,
"reconfiguration" they called it. That's when we found out that Sheridan didn't really give a
{edit} about us after all, he listened to a sales pitch from a group of former Conway Management telling him how he could strip it down, beef it up, create a state of the art badassed LTL operation. After they were done reconfiguring our asses, we only had 109 road drivers on the board. The bad news is, that it worked. Ever since that happened, we have been re-aligned every now and again, (usually when we get up to near 150 road drivers, and they will cut our legs out from under us. I've been bumped to the bottom of the pile several times, and YEAH!, It sucks! It's going to continue, and if I actually miss the cut some day, I'll sell my services to the next highest bidder, I'm a free agent, always have been, always will be, ain't no ball and chain on my ankle. It's been a good trough to feed out of for the past 2 decades, some years better than others, but on balance, a good one. Do they love me? Hell
{edit} no! They never will, it ain't that personal, it's just that they don't
feel anything towards you. You, (and me too) are a means to an end in a corporation's mind's eye. Keep your eye on the ball, and don't ever turn your back to the pitcher, (he'll bean your ass in the back of the head every time!) and keep swingin' until the ump calls you out. I'm going to bed now, AW, out...,