From greenville, oh — 03/09/2010
It's been a year since I first reviewed and I thought I should come back and see if anything has changed on my review number. I wanted to see if mine or anyone else's venting really had any effect. Obviously not. Santa's still ringing everyone's bell, speak out letters are still as edgy as a book detailing the adventures of Dick, Spot, and Jane, and people in positions that should be respected do nothing to earn it. I've been drug tested, had my body mass index checked, and thoroughly forewarned that my lifestyle will cause increases in my rates in the not too distant future. I'm ready. I barely care anymore. I am nearly a zombie everyday, like hundreds of others, shuffling to the GTI entrance hoping against all odds that today will be the day that we find brains somewhere inside it's walls. I check the propaganda sheet, check Santas naughty list for things like Kleenex boxes left on top of desks, see what unfortunate souls ended up with their part returned from Honda (do we officially have all of our eggs in their basket?), then I read the safety ads written by my much smarter co-workers and ingenious 5S board and read my GTI mission statement and my GTI enviromental mission statement on the way to my pre-shift meeting and listen as enthusiastically as possible as my team leader details all of the mistakes that we are making and reinforces that we need to follow the our operation standards or face disciplinary action and that if we see something wrong on the operation standards we need to address that with them and close the meeting by reading the rule of the day. Then I go to work for the day. I do it and I don't talk to anyone, at least I don't if I can help it. I don't read anything, I don't drink anything, I hold it until breaks or lunch, I ask questions when I don't know, I help others when I can, I find things to stay busy, I perform jobs that I don't like, I perform jobs I do like, I don't get to choose. That's fine. I bend, I twist, I lift, I set, I cut, I tape, I burn, I buff, I ache, I track, I report, I label, I need to do a better job because if I don't the the competition will, I need to watch my breaks, quality is the key to success, I have to go faster, I have to clean my area before I leave, I have to answer for anything I fail to do, I only have so many chances, I am tired, I am worried about my job, there sure are a lot of temps,.
Nobody answers to us and I guess if they were doing a better job I wouldn't feel like I needed an answer. We are now one of Honda's worst five suppliers and have been denied some future business because of it. I don't see how this can be with all of the business fads we have been applying to GTI. Did we overbid in years past. Is it possible we took on more business than the budgeted manpower was able to perform properly. Is it possible we have turned to Honda for too much of our fortune. If they could get us the amount of fruitful business that a facility our size can adequately accommodate then I know we can turn wonderful profits. How do I know this? Because we have done it before. But then heads swell and brains get shat out on the floor. Cycle times are decreased, manpower reduced, and inventories are reduced. People get rushed and mistakes get made because of greed.
They tell me it's my fault. They tell you it's your fault. But if you could sit in those manager meetings, I bet you would see one big CYA convention. How do the same people that made this company good profits and were happy at one point get so miserable. Because those at the very top that let V.P.'s and managers get off of the hook every time their is a problem instead of shaking things up in their own ranks, they are allowed to remove the hook and sink it in the jaw of everyone of us. Any manager, V.P. or president of this company who has issue with any of this other than using the skinny Santa to describe someone, please respond to this somehow. Tell the truth because I've become pretty good at identifying when you are lying or not telling whole truths in an attempt to pin it back on us.