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Read the community guidelinesTerrible
There are many foreign workers; when necessary, local workers are brought in to make up for the shortage
Low pay, and the work is exhausting
I wanted to quit before even completing a week of work. It was only a base salary, yet I had to do a bunch of miscellaneous tasks
Just drinking water—I had to drink three 2,000 cc bottles a day, and I was sweating so much that I became exhausted
It isn't even suitable as a stepping stone while looking for another job
Not much pressure. The factory is fairly small, so it’s easy to remember where everything is.
It’s a family business, and it’s almost entirely made up of their own people plus a bunch of foreign workers.
I originally applied for a warehouse management position. The job description initially said it would only involve counting finished goods and cartons. But the duties kept increasing—the promises just kept getting bigger. The warehouse had no ventilation and was unbearably hot, with the average temperature above 32°C. It was like a sauna, and there wasn’t even an electric fan. Nothing.
The previous warehouse worker didn’t need a forklift license, because the job originally only involved counting goods and cartons. Other people handled organizing the warehouse and operating the forklift. Later, because I knew how to operate a forklift, I was forced to “help” organize and arrange the warehouse. So I had to transport goods from the production line to the warehouse myself.
They also lied about providing training. This absolutely needs to be emphasized: the HR department was complete garbage. They dumped me on a supervisor who was basically part of the production line, and that supervisor casually dumped me on a foreign worker to train me. It was completely pointless—the language barrier made basic communication impossible. More importantly, the names of their actual products and goods were sometimes completely different from the names used in the paperwork. They also had to be separated by box size and various other categories, making everything complicated and messy. The person training me was a foreign worker who couldn’t read the written information and could only identify the products by sight. Then the supervisor assigned to train me completely abandoned me, causing me to get scolded many times. I had to figure everything out on my own. I only learned how to match the actual finished-product names to the names in the paperwork after getting scolded. It was incredibly stupid. Having a foreign worker provide the training was laughable.
Another thing: they actually have two different positions—one for a production-line forklift operator and one for warehouse management. But because I knew how to operate a forklift, I was conned into doing two jobs as one person. I had to count finished goods and cartons, while also doubling as the production-line forklift operator, transporting goods and “helping” with all sorts of miscellaneous tasks on their production line.
And as if doing all that wasn’t enough, I also had to handle miscellaneous administrative paperwork. It was utterly ridiculous. Why am I dealing with administrative work and production-line matters when I was hired to manage the warehouse?
There were also things like Black Cat courier deliveries and eggs—basically, items ordered by people from the production line or office—that the warehouse worker was expected to receive. Completely absurd. These items weren’t even supposed to be put into inventory. Warehouse staff are supposed to manage the warehouse. There are administrative office employees, yet they wouldn’t receive the deliveries and instead made the warehouse worker do it.
The production-line workers were pretty awful too. They knew how to operate the forklift but pretended they didn’t, constantly pushing the work onto me. Later I found out that it wasn’t because they couldn’t operate it—they were just too lazy and didn’t want to work. They saw that I knew how to operate it and took advantage of me. So I was doing two jobs by myself without receiving two salaries, while the production line’s forklift operator slacked off and pushed the work onto someone else. Absolutely terrible.
Because it’s a family business, all the supervisors are their “family members.” So they pass down all the miscellaneous and unpleasant tasks they don’t want to do. I think that’s understandable to some extent, since it is their family business. But they should hire someone to handle the administrative chores instead of making the warehouse worker take over administrative duties. == The workload was impossible to finish. They kept using the words “help out” to pressure people into doing more, to the point that overtime was necessary just to finish everything. A lot of these tasks weren’t part of the warehouse worker’s job, but they kept forcing them on me until the work became impossible to finish. It was really awful. They constantly said “help out, help out, help out,” but there was no extra pay for “helping out.” I came here to work for a salary, not to be an unpaid laborer. If they needed help, why didn’t they ask their own mother and father? It got more and more ridiculous—eventually even the garbage had to be handled by the warehouse worker. The only things they didn’t make us do were sweep the floors and wash the toilets. Laughable.
After complaining to the drivers, I learned something else: one driver originally thought I was earning NT$35,000 because the boss had said that warehouse workers made NT$35,000. In reality, I was only paid NT$29,000. I got ripped off. No wonder they piled so much work on me—everyone thought I was earning NT$35,000–40,000.
Anyway, the players, referees, and even the committee chair are all their own people. I don’t recommend working there long-term, and I wouldn’t recommend taking even a part-time job there.