Saturday, January 19, 2008

I got Fired!

It was fun. I've never had so much fun getting fired.
I walked in and Harry told me they were going to pull the trigger.
Whatever.
There are probably 30 other dealers in town and I got job offers at every one I applied at before and I didn't have references then, I do now.

So if you know they are going to sack you why not have fun with it?
I was at my desk getting some papers together to make sure they paid me all my money when they paged me to the conference room.
I made them wait.
When I told Dennis I was leaving he said, "In a way I'm sorry to hear that." I said "Thanks, I almost liked working with you too."
He clarified that he was sorry to see it devolve into such a bitter, useless type of conflict....I won't go into the details but it was sweet in a Nordic, dry kind of way. (his last name is Skovgaard..he was an airline pilot...very clinical, not very expressive)
Steve paged me three times. (you can look down out of the conference room and see my desk)He waited 30 minutes before walking down to my desk and asking me to come up.
I said, "in a minute buddy" and went out to my car to look for something.
I finally decided I was ready to go talk to them ....so I went to the coffee bar and got a latte.
I went upstairs & sign, sign, signed.
Regina the office manager was there, she had to come in on her day off. Steve was on the other side of the room about to go in his office.
I said, "Regina, I'm sorry you had to come in on your day off. Hey Steve? ...Thanks for coming in on your day off."
I went downstairs and said goodbye to my friend J.T. and wished him luck (his girlfriend is pregnant....they are both 21...they go to New Life church, her mom works for Focus On The Family...not an easy situation) Sitting across from him was Adam.
I said, "Adam..." he acknowledged me in a 'good day to you too' nod. "you're a fucking tool and I never liked you." and I walked away.
(I got a text message"You really made Wells mad!" Good, that was the point. If it was me? I would have been out of my seat and in his face before he got 2 feet away.
Look, the guy is taller than me by 4 inches and outweighs me by 30 pounds. If you let a shrimp like me talk to you like that? You're a punk . So, I stand by my original statement the guy is a fucking tool.)
I shook a few hands said my goodbyes and left.
It was kinda fun. The most fun I ever had getting fired anyway.

No comments: