We were just talking about this at work. I was fired from a Headhunter Agency back in 2000. I was there for 3 months and I hadn't got a 'placement'. I was just cold-calling all day long and I hated it anyway. When the boss told me, I pulled a Kramer and said "whew, thanks! See ya."
Not yet. But with the frequency I visit/post here, I probably should. Thankfully I'm in charge of IT and only I know how to monitor web traffic. People around here sure do look at some "interesting" sites. Ahh... one of the few benefits for working for a VERY small company.
I was fired from my job with the Amarillo Dillas baseball team, but it came after the people who hired me were fired. From what I could gather, it was more that the new general manager wanted to get his own people in place on staff rather than using the last guy's people. Considering it took four people to replace me and what I did, I couldn't imagine they were firing me for not getting enough work done or something like that.
"We're going to have to let you go" "But I don't really even work here" "That's what makes this so difficult"
I have a hard time not telling people what I think about them. I have had a couple of jobs where the work wasn't really bad but my bosses are just freaks. I get pissed and let them know my true feelings. I have a hunch I am going to go out that way from this job that way too. My current boss just about the most repulsive person I have ever known. He might end up dead.
remember when i told you to stop publishing these comments. yeah...let me reaffirm that. as your clutch bbs attorney, i strongly advise you putting things like this in print...in public! good advice...and just 1/4 of an hour in billables.
came close. High school: Lechters: I was handed a price sticker to hold. I balled it up like a basketball. "You are the worst person I have ever trained. Ever. I should just send you home." Highschool: Seafood Department: I ordered like 100 pounds of Mako shark. But Person who ordered never came to pick it up. Boss was pissed as all hell at me when she came back from vacation. "Never take an order like that without me. Are you crazy. What is wrong with you?" College: Video Department: "Are you dislexic? Seriously. You keep spelling words incorrectly." College: Bristol Myers Squibb: After 16 hours of dissecting and extracting specific brain cells from a fetal rat, I blow up the neurons by pouring in the wrong solution. My boss tried valiantly another 4 hours to save experiment, but failed, and missed an important personal event because of it. College: SUNY state Hospital: on the 7th day of an important project, I incorrectly extract the critical DNA and destroy it. Oops. Time and money lost.
This story reminded me of another one. I delivered pizza for some dump in Lakewood Forest when I was 15. One time, the owner gave me a pizza to deliver and I put it in the little heat thingy and accidently dropped it. The slimey owner took a knife and slammed it into the table. I walked out and never went back.
Bob Slydell: Milton Waddams. Dom Portwood: Who's he? Bob Porter: You know, squirrely looking guy, mumbles a lot. Dom Portwood: Oh, yeah. Bob Slydell: Yeah, we can't actually find a record of him being a current employee here. Bob Porter: I looked into it more deeply and I found that apparently what happened is that he was laid off five years ago and no one ever told him, but through some kind of glitch in the payroll department, he still gets a paycheck. Bob Slydell: So we just went a ahead and fixed the glitch. Bill Lumbergh: Great. Dom Portwood: So um, Milton has been let go? Bob Slydell: Well just a second there, professor. We uh, we fixed the *glitch*. So he won't be receiving a paycheck anymore, so it will just work itself out naturally. Bob Porter: We always like to avoid confrontation, whenever possible. Problem solved from your end.
I was fired twice. First time was at a pizza parlor when I was 15. Since I was underage, they didn't have to pay me minimum wage, so they paid me $1.50 and worked the hell out of me. I responded by making myself a huge pizza with everything on it and taking it home each night. I lasted two weeks. Second time was in LA. Worked at a Service Bureau, which is a company that develops film for movie studios. The lady who ran it was an alcoholic that started popping prozacs and drinking beers at 10:30 in the morning every day. She paid everyone by the hour, made everyone work 6 days a week (Mon-Sat) and would not pay overtime. I quickly became disillusioned and she fired me. I then sued her for my back overtime (I kept copies of my timecards). I won. She sent me a check for the damages and attached a note that read "Next time try working for a living". I responded with my "special birthday box delivery" gag on her which has been posted on here at least twice in the past 4 years or so. If you don't remember it, I can provide a brief synopsis.
I got fired from PappaMias. I had been sent home 2 straight days for not bringing in a dry cleaning tag attached to my shirt. My issue was that the dry cleaners kept breaking my buttons, and I did a better job without breaking anything. I told the manager that unless he paid me for dry cleaning, I was going to continue to iron and starch my own shirts. On the third day, I took a home-ironed shirt and stapled an old dry cleaning tag to the button hole. When he walked up and said "Thats much better, Matt, i can tell the difference," I laughed at him and made a big deal out of the fact that it was my shirt and that I had fooled him. Thus ended my PappaMias experience. I scored an IT job two weeks later, a much better gig.
No. Well, not quite. I worked a temporary job filling in at a sign company for a woman on maternity leave. We had agreed to 3 months. But the gig ended a month or so early because the woman was coming back early. I kinda think she was pressured into returning early because they didn't like my work. Then again, given all the horror stories my boss had about employees showing up high, getting arrested on the job-site, just disappearing for days at a time and stuff like that, I can't imagine he could have been all that unhappy with me.
Yep. Might have been before your time. After I received the check, and the note, and got pissed off, I remembered that my former boss' birthday was coming up at the end of that month. So, the day before her birthday, I went out to lunch at a burrito place and had an enormous burrito filled with everything you could imagine. Approximately two hours after lunch, I took an enormous dump, but instead of sitting on the toilet, I took it in a giftbox that I had lying around my apartment. Trust me...it was an enormous turd. I then wrapped the giftbox in "Happy Birthday" giftwrap paper, put a couple of bows on it, and hired one of those clown/balloon delivery services to deliver her birthday present to her.
