Ever been fired?
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- mrdobolina0
resigning means there was a letter of resignation involved.
- harlequino0
Quitting is what you do when you are pissed and need to yell something.
Resigning is what you do when you want the act to hurt and/or disturb your boss or co-workers, and want to feel more important and that your job means something in the longrun of life, like a someone who works for the government or a cause or something.
I resigned.
- mg330
I concur.
Quitting is what you do when the alternative is either a nervous breakdown or jumping off the nearest cliff.
Resigning is what you do when you have options and/or money to sit on your ass for a few weeks before finding something new.
- ********0
resigning means that you better hustle cause your not getting unemployment
- harlequino0
I concur with mg33's concurrment.
*looks at windowsill.
*Concurs with sleeping kitteh.
- Llyod0
I once got fired for insubordination. I would do it again if given the chance.
- ********0
"hey, that's no way to say goodbye"
- Jaline0
I was fired twice.
Back when I was a delinquent (in everything except school).
And no, I don't wish to discuss it, but thanks for asking.
- Jaline0
From my first job at 16, when I sacked groceries.
Reason for termination?
"Meowing Like A Cat."
mg33
(Sep 28 07, 12:35)lol, reminds me of how my uncle got fired for eating an apple one day. although, that's a legitimate reason to get fired too, but I'm not sure if he received a warning or not. Did you? haha
- mg330
No warning Jaline. In fact the boss said "You're usually back here working hard but I can't have this."
Cool thing is, when he approached me I was using a box cutter to slice the sleeves off a brown wool sweater I found in the stock area. He popped up from behind a box and said, "what are you doing?" and I think I said "I'm making my sweater look like Nirvana."
Hahahahahahaha, and it was NOT my sweater!
- Jaline0
hahaa, I was going to say you shouldn't have been fired for doing that in the back, but I'm guess you did some other weird things like that box-cutter thing, lol.
- charity_bird0
Should you resign before you get fired. if you think you might be?
- ********0
"resigning means that you better hustle cause your not getting unemployment"
- M0NEYCIDE0
i've been fired from shitty jobs like 5 times. various reason from being late too much to accepting work with a client but the fucking client even knew what would happen, i didn't, so i quit the client's work and they felt bad. one time i hadn't even been paid for 2 months and they fired me for making a sandwich before work I DIDN"T EVEN HAVE FOOD IN THE FUCKING FRIDGE!!! It was a restaurant and I just stood in front of the manager saying I wouldn't leave until I got a hand full of cash then told them to go fuck themselves once I got it. fuck bosses can be pricks.
- ********0
Another one of my long posts, haha:
Uhm, I went thru this company that found shitty jobs for you and my first assignment was to do surveys on the street about what kind of stores, and how people generally thought about the South Side of Pittsburgh.
When I found out that if I got 12 done or something, I got to leave, I would just fill them all out myself and play basketball at 12th street to pass the time until I thought it would take someone with half a brain to get 12 suckers to waste their breath.
After that stint was over, I somehow got "Employee of the Month" from their company based on the rave reviews the survey people had of me, hahah.
So instead of building on my natural rapport with people my next assignment was at a fucking assembly line. But with an added twist, I referred my friend to their company so I could get $100 and they assumed putting us together was a good idea.
It was not.
In a one week span, we worked about 5 hours ... and here is the wonderful breakdown (of the time, and the guy at the place):
Monday:
Show up in the AM with what looked like a Motley Crew of dead beats and mindless dolts. Not being fans of manual labor, we spend the first 4 hours cracking jokes, and just exploring the warehouse doing absolutely nothing. During our lunch break we decided to just leave and start drinking.Tuesday:
We decide that showing up is absolutely pointless, so instead we watch Uncle Buck while drinking, and then decide to just hit up train yards and paint all day.Wednesday:
Deciding at this point we should probably keep up appearances and show up for work. Any chances of any work getting done are lost as we join in the line like we know what we are doing, but we spend the entire time throwing stuff at each other and making fun of the music that is being played, as well as everyone at the job."Look at that motherfucker, his ears are so big he can probably hear my thoughts."
"That bitch is so fucking ugly, I wouldn't fuck her for practice."Yadda, Yadda, my usual being a consummate asshole but somehow endearing myself to complete strangers.
After an hour, and being expected to make like an ass load of electrical outlets are something our group had 15 complete. The bewildered look on the guy's face when he came to check up on us was just absolutely priceless. He then thinks we may be better suited to just make boxes, and being on the roll we were, we continue the jokes, heckling every single step of hte process and acting like we have never used our hands before.
At this point, the guy is just fed up. He is yelling some gibberish about how he has been putting up with our shit for too long, and is running over with his finger pointed and like manna from heaven, trips over one of the boxes he made falling flat on his face not even bracing for impact, sending everyone into uproarious laughter.
Visibly hurt, and with not one person asking if he was okay, despite his tail being between his legs he barks, "JUST PUT THE FUCKING BOXES TOGETHER AND DO MORE THAN 15 AN HOUR, AND IF YOU DO JUST 16 TO PISS ME OFF EVEN MORE - YOU'RE ALL FIRED! I AM NOT FUCKING KIDDING!" as he limps away.
I look at my friend and go, "I don't know about you but I feel like swimming."
On cue he comes back with, "Let's fucking hit up the beach, fuck that guy."
The people we work with have absolutely no idea what to make of us ... and we just walk out knocking everything over we possibly can, get in his car and drive to Ocean City, MD, hahaha.
The trip itself consisted of us just painting everywhere in between Pittsburgh and Ocean City. We bombed everything and anything. We stopped in small towns that I do not know the names of, and we stopped in D.C. and Baltimore to just annihilate everything.
Arriving in Ocean City we went to a skate/surf shop and brokered a deal with the guy who owned it that if he hooked us up with a place to stay, and found someone to buy us beer we would do a big ass mural in the alleyway for his store.
We didn't leave until Sunday, after painting, drinking, swimming, beaching, partying for 3 straight days on basically no sleep.
For shits and giggles we decided it would be funny to show up to work on Monday.
"If you think you still have a job you are out of your mind."
A discussion was had, he informed us he was not paying us at all considering we did no work at all the short time we were even there.
After some further discussion, he gave us all the money in his wallet to leave and never come back.
This is the same friend that my one cousin, and best friend both had an intervention with me at seperate times in the same week about how they can't be friends with me anymore if I continued to hang out with him, haha.
My next job after that was ... well here, and I've been playing with computers professionally for 6 and a half years.
If you made it this far, I hope any of this was funny and not a complete waste of your time. Writing it was certainly fun remembering that ridiculous week of my life.
- mrdobolina0
lots of that sounds so familiar, flav. haha
- ********0
the goofing off at the assembly line reminded me of Zoolander
- ********0
I think I told my tale of Wendy's before ... some douche with a Cash Money chain told me to take out the grease and the trash my first day.
I told him my job title was "Burger Flipper not fucking Trash and Grease Man."
I lasted about a week there. Which equaled out to be about 3 shifts of probably the worst service and food that particular location ever had.
I saw what looked to be the beginning of a pimple on my face, which sent me into hysterics and I swore I would never work there again.
Borrowed some crutches and went to explain how I messed up my knee in a soccer match the nite before.
And in front of the customers that were there, the one crazy old bag lady manager was like, "You can still work, I've worked with worse."
Me: I'm on crutches, I don't see how I can flip burgers or move around that kitchen.
Her: We'll make do. We'll get you a chair, or have you do other jobs.
Me: Being back there alone is a lawsuit waiting to happen with all the grease on the floor, do you really want someone with crutches moving around in that?
Her: Just come in, we'll find something for you to do.
Me: I guess I could do like cashier or something, but I can't get anyone's food.
Her: Fat chance. I don't trust you to do that, I've seen you give free food to your friends already.
Me: Okay, look, I just don't want to work here anymore. This place fucking sucks, and you're fucking insane. I give free food? You spit in people's food ... that's right. This fucking hag here spits in food, she probably spit in all of your food. It makes her feel good about herself since she can't look in the mirror without vomitting.
Her: THAT IS NOT TRUE! JEROME YOU ARE ---
Me: Fuck you bitch, I don't even need crutches mail me my fucking check.
Her: * Yelling jibber jabber. *
Me: * Proceeds to knock over tables, chairs, trash cans, et cetera. *
...
For the next few months, my one friend (from the other post, haha) made it our civic duty to drive that place into the ground. We would constantly order copious amounts of food and then just drive away, order food without a car, randomly run in and knock tables/chairs over, or run in and bomb (graffiti) the place with gorilla masks on in broad daylight, haha.
My favourite was when we bought enough gold fish to fill up two huge buckets ... walked in and threw them all over the place.
Years later I would run into the Cash Money kid who informed me that we drove the manager's to the brink of insanity, and all the workers loved it. Except, "That one fucking time you threw all the gold fish all over the place. Man, look, this kid right here came in the fucking store and just threw a bucket at all these people eating, while his man threw one at everyone in line ... there were like 1,000 gold fish all over the fucking place, and people just soaked, it was fucking insane. This kid is fucking insane man, don't fuck with him, haha."
... I'd like to think I grew up a little.
Probably not much, hahah.
- mrdobolina0
never grow up you crazy diamond.
- ********0
hahaha oh man I forgot about this!!!
One nite we noticed an 18 wheeler just posted up. As most brilliant ideas start out my friend goes, "Have you ever tried hot wiring one of those things?"
Me: Not yet.
Turns out the keys were in the fucking thing ... so ... I started that fucker up and fucked the clutch up until I got it in front of that Wendy's proceeded to shimmy the thing across all lanes of traffic took the keys out and threw them on the roof, hahah.
I have so much bad karma built up, hahah.