You might notice that the post that started this thread was Bradylama's last. One final cryptic message, after which he go missing... ominous.
Fire ME!?
- Thread starter Bradylama
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I had nothing to do with this sudden disappearance.
Really.
Really.
[Rusty Chopper]
Vault Dweller
No casualties on our side, comrade.
forddieselguy
Still Mildly Glowing
Mine is too, you should feel proud. 8)
Maybe he got fired for running this website at work. Maybe he doesn't have a computer at home.
Bradylama
So Old I'm Losing Radiation Signs
I didn't show my face around here because I didn't go all Johny Paycheck on anybody like I felt like. I talked the problem out with my supervisor the day after and everything's honky dory. I'll be returning to work after my 2 week vacation is over.
Basically I was fired for not being enough of a bitch.
I owned up to that, but what I was most angry about was how poor a decision it would have been to fire me considering how much work I put in for the company, and how many jobs we'd be working during the summer.
Sorry for causing any unneeded speculation.
So nobody else has any embarrassing or outrageous firing stories?
Basically I was fired for not being enough of a bitch.
I owned up to that, but what I was most angry about was how poor a decision it would have been to fire me considering how much work I put in for the company, and how many jobs we'd be working during the summer.
Sorry for causing any unneeded speculation.
So nobody else has any embarrassing or outrageous firing stories?
Are we going to get any context on this? We still have no idea what your job happens to be, and have no idea how being a bitch would figure into it.Bradylama said:
For drama, it is all rather vague.
Bradylama
So Old I'm Losing Radiation Signs
What I do is I clean steel. Steel Detailing. Detailers are one of 3 overarching job titles, the other two being Inputers and Checkers.
Without going into too much detail on those, what we do (the Detailers) is clean up the pieces created by inputers so that they look nice on paper (think AutoCAD on downers), and make the changes to those pieces that come back in the forms of corrections or revisions from the checkers.
In addition to being a detailer I was also given the assignment to clean everything, and do all of the odd jobs that needed to be done but everyone else is either too lazy or too "above" doing. Taking out the garbage, changing out the printer, sweeping stuff. Help build a freaking boat shed, basically everybody's bitch.
Now that we have some new trainees, I figured that with the knowlege of steel I've gained (4/5ths of what I do is detailing) the miscellaneous stuff could get passed on so that they'd have things to do when we're too busy and don't have any workstations. I presented my case to my supervisor, so he decides that I don't have what it takes to be enough of a bitch and fires me.
The next day I worked things out with him, told him that I had what it takes to be a huge bitch, and that I would come back to work.
Basically, at this point, it looks like I won't even have to do the bitch work anyways, because we're still increadibly fucking busy, and I haven't cleaned anything in 2 months as it already was because we've been so busy.
Without going into too much detail on those, what we do (the Detailers) is clean up the pieces created by inputers so that they look nice on paper (think AutoCAD on downers), and make the changes to those pieces that come back in the forms of corrections or revisions from the checkers.
In addition to being a detailer I was also given the assignment to clean everything, and do all of the odd jobs that needed to be done but everyone else is either too lazy or too "above" doing. Taking out the garbage, changing out the printer, sweeping stuff. Help build a freaking boat shed, basically everybody's bitch.
Now that we have some new trainees, I figured that with the knowlege of steel I've gained (4/5ths of what I do is detailing) the miscellaneous stuff could get passed on so that they'd have things to do when we're too busy and don't have any workstations. I presented my case to my supervisor, so he decides that I don't have what it takes to be enough of a bitch and fires me.
The next day I worked things out with him, told him that I had what it takes to be a huge bitch, and that I would come back to work.
Basically, at this point, it looks like I won't even have to do the bitch work anyways, because we're still increadibly fucking busy, and I haven't cleaned anything in 2 months as it already was because we've been so busy.
Wait. By "be a bitch" you meant the boss expects you to be rude to trainees? Or not trust them with any work they might or might not screw up?
Bradylama
So Old I'm Losing Radiation Signs
I'm not sure I follow. If we did trust trainees to do their work right they wouldn't be trainees. We have to check the work that they do to make sure they get it right, and once they get it right consistantly, they graduate to self-sufficient status. I.e. not trainees.
By being the bitch, I meant that I'm expected to be the office janitor, and do every odd job, as opposed to detailing. This is presumably my priority, despite the fact that I've done no such thing in well over a month now.
By being the bitch, I meant that I'm expected to be the office janitor, and do every odd job, as opposed to detailing. This is presumably my priority, despite the fact that I've done no such thing in well over a month now.
I get this all the time, as do a few people I work with. For some reason the high ups feel that doing what I'm (we're) being paid for is not sufficient excuse not to to something I'm (we're) not paid for, or trained/skilled at doing and they go ape. Fortunately my (ultimate) boss is 4'8" tall. True story.Bradylama said:
Anyway, no "fired" stories here, but I did walk out with no notice (as in "Input your employment where the Sun fails to illuminate") two years ago when I (despite my monumental lack of knowledge) was supposed to be overseeing pretty much the entire computer system overhaul.
They contacted me six months later (after six months unemployed (which was rather fun)) to beg me to work for them again. At increased rate.
I still earn fuck all and do a shity job tho', just not as bad as before. P'raps I should walk out a few more times ...
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TorontoReign
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I can't really talk very much about being fired,but I can talk about wanting to be fired. I am currently serving a tour in Iraq with the Army as a mechanic. We are the bitches of the Army. We work long hours, get treated like dirt, and get no credit where it's due.
Of course you can't say "Fuck it I quit",because then you get a dishonorable discharge and you look like a loser for ther rest of your life. They tell me "You need to start studing to be a NCO(sergeant)"and I tell them"Go play hide and go fuck yourself"....not in those words of course.
Then again I can't complain too much...I did enlist.
Of course you can't say "Fuck it I quit",because then you get a dishonorable discharge and you look like a loser for ther rest of your life. They tell me "You need to start studing to be a NCO(sergeant)"and I tell them"Go play hide and go fuck yourself"....not in those words of course.
Then again I can't complain too much...I did enlist.
If you can, get hold of a digital camera and take pics - lots of pics- of war-torn buildings and sandstorms.
'Cause they're cool.
Ontopic, I've never been fired. Never had much of a "stable" work thingy, the closest thing to a systematic work is being a photoreporter for a fashion magazine. Fashion events happen four times a year, and that's about the only time I work on a regular basis, besides attending the art academy & another school, a computer design uni.
Hell, most of my money is earned on comission, I do something cool, someone notices it, asks me to do some job, asks me how much money I want for it and voila. Either we agree on a price according to the demands, either we don't.
The only embarassing story that comes to mind is when I was hired by a lady "friend" and her husband to decorate their pool club. You know, pool as in billard, hitting coloured ball thingys with sticks and acting tough. I agreed to do a mural for a pretty low fare, and ended up getting half of it "and you can keep the paint", as I was working with spraycans, and spray paint is pretty expensive.
After two weeks of work, I got a shitty "paycheck" and the promise to keep the spraycans. Since there was a lot, I came back two weeks after, with a friend that had a car (I'm too poor and lazy to own a damn car). Obviously, there was about 1/3 of the cans left, most of what was left was re-sold or something.
Pissed me off, made an ass out of me, but now I know to ask for an on-paper contract before agreeing to anything. Experience, I guess. With a shitty aftertaste.
'Cause they're cool.
Ontopic, I've never been fired. Never had much of a "stable" work thingy, the closest thing to a systematic work is being a photoreporter for a fashion magazine. Fashion events happen four times a year, and that's about the only time I work on a regular basis, besides attending the art academy & another school, a computer design uni.
Hell, most of my money is earned on comission, I do something cool, someone notices it, asks me to do some job, asks me how much money I want for it and voila. Either we agree on a price according to the demands, either we don't.
The only embarassing story that comes to mind is when I was hired by a lady "friend" and her husband to decorate their pool club. You know, pool as in billard, hitting coloured ball thingys with sticks and acting tough. I agreed to do a mural for a pretty low fare, and ended up getting half of it "and you can keep the paint", as I was working with spraycans, and spray paint is pretty expensive.
After two weeks of work, I got a shitty "paycheck" and the promise to keep the spraycans. Since there was a lot, I came back two weeks after, with a friend that had a car (I'm too poor and lazy to own a damn car). Obviously, there was about 1/3 of the cans left, most of what was left was re-sold or something.
Pissed me off, made an ass out of me, but now I know to ask for an on-paper contract before agreeing to anything. Experience, I guess. With a shitty aftertaste.