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the day i got fired from a shit job
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April 28, 2005 will mark the first time i have ever been fired from a job.
I am posting this now, at 3:00 AM because it seems like a good thing to do.
Anyways, the story starts a few months ago when i was hired. From the first time i had contact with the company till the day i was fully trained and working with little supervision was about 4 days. That may be considered foreshadowing (to how ghetto the job was and how much i didn't really give a shit about the job, even tho it was decent money). It started off great. I worked with a fellow ignite crew member, a few other cool guys, some good looking broads. and the work was easy as shit. and i made pretty decent money. sounds good to me. but then, a problem occured. our manager, which everyone loved, cause she's so great, had to go and have a kid. (a beautiful baby boy by the way, which is the spitting image of his equally beautiful father, HA!).
i dunno what HR was thinking, but i guess they must have posted on whatever monster.com is called on the 6th level of hell, because the temp replacement they hired is pretty much a hellspawn cow that shops somewhere where they sell turtleneck sweaters. she wasn't a problem at first, since i wasn't observant enough to notice her two completely different faces. even after the whole entire night staff (including supervisors) signed a petition to have her removed from office, i didn't believe them. i joked with her. i took part in her candy give-aways and useless trivia emails. (for the first 2 months of her tenure there, i don't think she honestly did 5 minutes of real work.) i ignored all those people who hated her and said she was just out to get someone. i should have left my guard up. i should have seen it coming.
one day she decided she needed to take someone down. unfortunately for some reason that person was me. at pretty much every turn, no matter what i did, the house rules were re-written to include what i had just done as an offence punishable by warnings and write-ups and suspensions, all things i would have normally attributed to a high school, but no. this "office", this "real world job" was punishing me like i was a school aged child. no matter who i went to, no matter who i asked, nobody gave a shit that they were dumping on me for no real good reason. i looked around me and saw people sleeping, people doing homework from night school, people playing games or surfing the net, and here i was hard at work. i'd go for break, come back, and be berated for taking 1 minute too long. that's about as close to a dictatorship as i can think of. i am still waiting for the news that the new red jumpsuits have arrived.
anyways, the day in question, thursday of last week, i was picking up nelson, cause his shit shadow was toast. we walked into the office (i believe) 7 minutes late. didn't really think about it. my msn name happened to read "the more they treat me like a 5 year old, the more i want to act like one" and apparently those 2 facts alone were enuf to get me "pulled off the floor". i sat in some lonely office for an hour while the turtle and gord made phone calls to the hiring agency that hires all of ncr's sheep for them. finally we got to the meeting, where i tried to kiss ass and save my job, but i knew it was inevitable. i was being terminated. they used the term "end my assignment" and that was it. i grabbed my jacket, hugged a couple people and left. nelson and sheri were parking their cars so i went down and met them. they were stunned to say the least when they heard the news.
i can't say for certain what happened in the office after i left. i hope at least a few people missed me, but i can only ask for so much. now i've been drinking for 3 days straight and i have no job to pay for all this alcohol, so i hope you read this story and have a job for me.
anyways. back to the celebration.
and one final note, liz, i hope that when amanda comes back and you are shown the door, i hope you walk out into the street and get hit by a bus. |
01 May 2005 by Spencer
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