How do you handle getting Fired?

How many times have you got sacked?!!!!!

917085 wrote: »

Why do you think that is?

Have you seen his posts?

Biodegradable wrote: »

5

Jesus. I might actually read the OP now.

They cant fire me cause I QUIT

Kayson Ugly Kelp wrote: »

Did you know that back in history there was a difference between being sacked and being fired?

Tradesmen journeyed between locations as work arose. They carried their tools in a bag or sack. When dismissed from a job on good terms they were given a sack to carry their tools to the next job. If the tradesman was being dismissed due to theft, or unbecoming behaviour, his tools were burned, or fired, so he could work nowhere else.

More interesting than the OP.

To get fired once is unfortunate, to get fired 5 times is join the dots time

Got the sack once from a retail job when I was 17.
Trainee manager told me at the end of the shift they were letting me go. I was just a shy teen and working in the till wasn't for me at the time. Ironically next job had no problem on the till :pac:

Know a few people who also got fired end of the day. Gas, you're bad enough to get fired but they won't tell you during the day.
Afraid you'll walk out? Doesn't matter as you're getting the boot. Of course they don't wanna be "down someone" on the shift. Bleugh.

andekwarhola wrote: »

To get fired once is unfortunate, to get fired 5 times is join the dots time

Hmmm I'm getting their.. Been fired 3 times.

B.A._Baracus wrote: »

Know a few people who also got fired end of the day. Gas, you're bad enough to get fired but they won't tell you during the day.

I would of preferred that but always got fired during the day which is poxy as your walking by people you've worked with and who you'll likely never see again. It would be nice to be telling them oh I got a warning but I really don't want to tell people I was sacked or for them to realise the boss is watching me walk quietly out of the building.

The fact is when your less than 6 months in a job it's easy to get sacked but after your probation it's hard for a company to sack you.

I was never fired but I should have been.

OP i'ts not them, it's you.

Gave my two weeks notice at my last place of employment. The company was taking it's last swish round the ****ter (as far as I was concerned).

The woman who was recently named our Director (without any previous managerial experience) lost the head when I told her. I looked at her as one would when dealing with someone completely out of their element.

"Do you hate me that much?" she screamed.

"Two weeks" is all I replied back, and walked out of her office.

She must have sat steaming in her own juices all weekend. When I came back into the office on Monday, she called me into her office.

"You're not allowed to work remotely for the rest of the time that you are with us!"

"Why is that?", I asked.

She rambled back, "because you have tangible information in your head that I need".

"I'm not really sure that you're using that word correctly, but I'm more than willing to help you with anything that you need.". says I.

I then explained that I in fact had a dentist appointment on Friday, so while I was more than willing to drive 100 miles round trip to work, I would have to leave early to make my appointment.

She lost the plot again and stormed out of her own office.

The rest of the week got even more bizarre. She was really starting to lose it over every little thing. I could not give a flying **** about anything and just kept going about my daily grind.

It was literally one ridiculous moment after the next.

At one point, she informed my team that they would no longer be answering to me, but answering to a supervisor from another department.

I asked "why the change?".

She then informed me that she "didn't trust me". She then proceeded to scream about all of the information that she needed from me......again.

"Seven more days" is all I said in return.

Now with the exception of two people, I hired everyone on my team, The two that I didn't hire were the two that I was actually closest with. They were all having a laugh at how insane everything was becoming.

I just laughed back and said "what's she going to do when I'm not here?"

Friday rolls around and I spent the morning uploading all of my personal information on my computer to an external drive. I was starting to box all of the things that I had amassed in eight years working for this clown show.

I didn't want to wait until the following Friday to start boxing everything.

My Director walks into the office and stands in front of my desk. She began to speak as if someone had heavily medicated her in the parking lot.

"What time are you leaving for your appointment today?".

"I need to be on the road by 12:00pm to make it on time. That really may be pushing it, but I think I can make it", I replied.

"Do you have five minutes for me before you go?" in a really quasi-stoned demeanour.

"Anything for you babe" with a wink and a smile.

"Good. Please bring your laptop with you" is all I heard as she rambled out the door.

It's at this point where I realized that this silly bitch (my apologies if that offends anyone) is going to cut our time together short.

I still had several hours before I was leaving. I walked around and said my goodbyes to people in the building (letting them know that I still had one week left).

I spoke with my team members individually and they almost all sensed where this was headed.

I was outside of her office at 11:45am with my almost empty laptop. I looked around the floor and realized that there is no one within 15-20m of us. My inner-manager wondered if she was going to bring someone with her to keep an eye on me when she delivered the news.

She walked down the hall and into her office....alone.

She sat down and said "We're going to thank you for eight years of service and say goodbye. We're going to payout your remaining time, but we're going to cut ties with you today."

I replied "Really? What seems to be the problem?"

"I just can't trust you...."

It was at this point where I laughed in her face. It wasn't one of those polite chuckles. It was a maniacal laugh. One where I was going to have some fun on my way out the door.

"You don't trust me? You ****ing nut job! I want my HR Exit Interview before I leave the building! We're going to have a long talk about my last five days with the company. You can bring anyone you want with you. I'll bring my entire team!".

Have you ever caught your dog having a ****e on the floor, because he didn't see/hear you coming? He's really in a bad spot because he can't stop and he just stares at you with that look of shame, guilt and "just a moment, I'm having a ****e" look on his face?

This is exactly what I was looking at across the desk.

I got up and walked out the door and headed back to my desk.

She ran behind me and said "I'm supposed to walk you out".

At this point, I am dying laughing on the inside. She couldn't be more uncomfortable.

We walk into our area (which is in a secured room on the ground floor next to the back entrance/exit to the car park). I give the nod to everyone with a smile. She walks over to the exit to hold open the door.

Now this is late-winter in the Midwestern United States. It's below zero outside. She's standing with the door open getting blasted with wind from the outside.

I pick up a few boxes and start walking to the door.

"Thank you again for your years of service".

"This is the first of many boxes sweetheart. I've been here for eight years".

The look of rejection in her face was palpable.

I sashayed out to my car. I don't think I had ever sashayed before this in my life. I was going to do it now.

Three more trips back and forth through the doors with the wind blasting in.

"Where's HR? I want to have a long talk with them before I leave".

"Can't you just go? You're making this far more difficult than it has to be. They'll call you.", the words squirmed out of her mouth.

"No chance", I replied.

The funny thing is that HR would have handed me a packet of papers and thanked me for my time and we would have all moved on. She had never been in this situation and was not prepared to deal with it.

Don't **** with Daddy.

"Please just go'", she said

I went back to my desk and a few of my team came up and shook my hands and a few hugs. I grabbed the last of my things and looked back towards the door. She was visibly shaking from the cold.

I walked to the door and said "Good luck with everything moving forward"/.

"Yeah" she said.

"No, I'm very serious. Good luck with everything moving forward......because you're completely in over your ****ing head"

See ya!

Nearly three years later, I am working for the same person who hired me 11 years go after arriving back in the States from Ireland. He is one of my closest friends and I would do anything to make him/our team successful.

I never look back and I couldn't be happier.

Westernyelp wrote: »

I would fire you for this.

I don't like grammer nazi's but when saying the wrong thing takes more effort than saying the right thing like what I said then they may serve a purpose

You've to come up with a good lie about why you know longer work their.