Fired

Will in New Haven wrote:

I got the purring chorus going but first I had to remind the gang what
a "job" is and then convince them that you really want one. Bear, the
d*g, thinks having a job is a noble thing and hopes you get one real
soon. He will retrieve the first duck that I shoot, and take it right
to the vet, if I ever shoot one. which I won't.

The gang, except for Bear, is still skeptical about this whole work
thing.

Stosh is like that too. He decided to become a massage therapist last year, and is
very serious about it: he won't let me or Louie pet him in the middle of work, and
will back off until we back our hands off. He also goes on periodic patrols all
over the house overnight, like a security guard in a tuxedo. The Ladies, however,
do nothing but cultivate their beauty, and for Brandy all the time is playtime.

Tell the gang thanks for me.

Blessed be,
Baha

I'm thinking about it...what do we call it? The "Screw You You
Outsourcing Dirtbags" club? "Stop Having Income Terminated?" (You know
where that one's going!) Or just "Club Your Boss?"

I'm sorry this had to happen to you too; that's how I lost my Citibank
job, where I'd still be if they hadn't handed my position on a platter
to some guy in Bangalore.

Blessed be,
Baha

Mark Edwards wrote:

[snips]

No cluons were harmed when "Baha via CatKB.com" u18616@uwe wrote:
I must admit I knew it was coming.

I got taken into a meeting, ostensibly to discuss the numerous
postings I had
tried to make to other positions. Instead I was told that the call
center
environment is not a good fit for me, and that they would be happy
to accept
my resignation rather than have to terminate me

Want to form a club (evil grin)? My position was terminated today
because the part of the business I code for is going away.

Good luck, hugs, and lots of purrs,
Mark
--
Proof of Sanity Forged Upon Request

Thank you all, for helping me get over the shock. I needed it after the bucket of
cold water that got dumped on me.

I promptly went and put in three applications after it was all over. They wanted
me out so bad they decided to pay for a full day yesterday, have me sign the
papers, and go. I had to sign to a lie though, because some supervisor whom I'd
never worked with accused me of literally screaming in his face. If I ever see
him again I'll dispense with any supposed screaming and get him well acquainted
with a boot in his ass, quite cheerfully and silently. They had to have something
to put down as a reason to have the paperwork drawn up, and it was as good as
any. The supervisor was a weekend guy who came to check me out after the bad call
a couple weeks ago--I think I wrote about it--and he mistook the sound of
damn-near-crying for shouting. But then, this guy is naturally ****y. Think of a
humorless Paul Lynde and you've got this jerk.

Now the question remains, when asked why I left the job, how do you tell the
story? Or just say my job was heading to Mumbai, which is only half-true? I don't
want to screw up next time around.

Again, thank God for people like you all, and thank you all. You've made this
burden a heluva lot easier.

Blessed be,
Baha

On Fri, 14 Jul 2006 19:53:17 GMT, "Baha via CatKB.com" u18616@uwe
wrote:

I must admit I knew it was coming.

I got taken into a meeting, ostensibly to discuss the numerous postings I had
tried to make to other positions. Instead I was told that the call center
environment is not a good fit for me, and that they would be happy to accept
my resignation rather than have to terminate me; in return, I would be given
a severance of close to two grand and confidentiality if and when someone may
call for references. I don’t know if I’m being a jackass or not, but I took
it. It’s all rhetorical, it’s a firing, no matter what kind of pretty
language you want to wrap it in; and no matter how flowery the wrapping and
how bright the bow, the package is still full of bullsh*t.

So I am out, for better or worse.

I knew something was in the works today; Stosh came into the bedroom after I
got up, agitated as all hell, tail low; and when I gave him a pet, he jumped
back in such a fright that he scared Brandy in turn, and she landed on my
husband’s tuchus with claws fully out. They *know.* I don’t know how, but
they know.

Purr then, and purr loudly: I’m fired. I need a job. Anyone in the market for
me?

Blessed be,
Baha

I am so sorry, Baha. That really stinks.

I hope that maybe this is the Universe's way of opening up a much
better job opportunity for you. May that come to you swiftly.

Ginger-lyn

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"Singh" wrote in message
...
Thank you all, for helping me get over the shock. I needed it after the
bucket of
cold water that got dumped on me.

Now the question remains, when asked why I left the job, how do you tell
the
story? Or just say my job was heading to Mumbai, which is only half-true?
I don't
want to screw up next time around.

"I hated it" would be an honest and appropriate answer.

Jo

wrote:
The City of Los Angeles is always hiring: www.lacity.org. Great pay,
excellent benefits.


I keep hearing on the news that Alberta can't find enough people to
fill the jobs there. The province has no sales tax. It is doing so well
financially it even offer its resident one time rebates of a couple
hundred dollars each. The health care is also very good because the
government has plenty of money. Right, Susan?

But the house prices there are going through the roof because of the
boom. Otherwise, I may consider moving there.

Winnie

Baha via CatKB.com wrote:

I must admit I knew it was coming.

I got taken into a meeting, ostensibly to discuss the numerous postings I had
tried to make to other positions. Instead I was told that the call center
environment is not a good fit for me, and that they would be happy to accept
my resignation rather than have to terminate me; in return, I would be given
a severance of close to two grand and confidentiality if and when someone may
call for references. I don?t know if I?m being a jackass or not, but I took
it. It?s all rhetorical, it?s a firing, no matter what kind of pretty
language you want to wrap it in; and no matter how flowery the wrapping and
how bright the bow, the package is still full of bullsh*t.

Well, of course if you "quit" you can't collect unemployment
insurance, so their state account doesn't get charged (which
would raise their tax rate). However, since "unemployment
benefits" aren't very much, you're probably better off
accepting the "severance", assuming you can find something
else fairly soon. Have you been there long enough so you
HAVE to use them as a reference? I haven't been unemployed
for over thirty years, but back in the days when I had a
less stable work record, I always either "stretched" my
periods of employment to cover brief sojourns between, or
claimed to have been taking an unpaid vacation. I was
married, so prospective employers didn't wonder what I lived
on during any hiatus (they didn't have to know my ex was
chronically unemployed).

wrote:

The City of Los Angeles is always hiring: www.lacity.org. Great pay,
excellent benefits.

But does Baha live in L.A.? Or even in California? I
thought she lived somewhere in the East. (And she has a
husband who IS employed, so she can't just pick up and move
on the off-chance of getting an L.A. Civil Service job.)

"Baha via CatKB.com" u18616@uwe wrote:
I must admit I knew it was coming.

I got taken into a meeting, ostensibly to discuss the numerous postings I had
tried to make to other positions. Instead I was told that the call center
environment is not a good fit for me, and that they would be happy to accept
my resignation rather than have to terminate me; in return, I would be given
a severance of close to two grand and confidentiality if and when someone may
call for references. I don’t know if I’m being a jackass or not, but I took
it. It’s all rhetorical, it’s a firing, no matter what kind of pretty
language you want to wrap it in; and no matter how flowery the wrapping and
how bright the bow, the package is still full of bullsh*t.

So I am out, for better or worse.

I knew something was in the works today; Stosh came into the bedroom after I
got up, agitated as all hell, tail low; and when I gave him a pet, he jumped
back in such a fright that he scared Brandy in turn, and she landed on my
husband’s tuchus with claws fully out. They *know.* I don’t know how, but
they know.

Purr then, and purr loudly: I’m fired. I need a job. Anyone in the market for
me?

Blessed be,
Baha

--
Message posted via http://www.catkb.com

Purrs on the way for a speedy resolution.

Randy

http://www.crmartin.zoomshare.com

So I am out, for better or worse.


You are better off out of there...you've got 2 grand to help you out
while you look for another job, and no firing on your official record.
Purrs for something you are better suited to.

--Fil
(Look at Smokey. He went from working in Garbage Removal (by eating
it) and Rodent Control (by eating them) in Ontario to a job as a
couch-warmer in Halifax which he likes MUCH better.