Répondu il y a 83w
When I was at university, I would go home every summer to save money. I'd walk around the area and hand my CV in to every pub/restaurant that I saw, and the first to reply with a job offer got my services.
One summer, the first to call me was the pub which fed the local football stadium. It was quite a rough pub. I'm not into football myself, but I’m not a snob… I worked hard and got on quite well with the people there, considering that we had nothing in common. There were often fights which were quite entertaining to watch from the safety of behind the bar.
The year after that, I received a call from a restaurant owned by an older Irish woman. I had added the name of the pub from the previous year to my CV. The interview was strange... she said to me 'I see you worked at the Queen's Arms' with a distasteful expression. I got the job, but I remember her saying at the end 'I'm going to give you a chance'.
The job was as barman/waiter. She only gave me mid-day, mid-week shifts, which were completely dead. I would struggle to find things to do, and the whole time she would sit at a table by the bar staring at me. Actually doing nothing but staring at me, for hours. It was extremely uncomfortable. On one occasion I even took down all the wine bottles to polish them, just because I was desperate for some work. I would ask her for chores to do, and she'd always reply: 'Serve customers!' There were no customers.
The other people that worked there were odd. One shift I was working with a girl, about my age. The whole shift I was trying to make conversation with her, and while she was polite, she was clearly not interested in engaging me. I'd ask questions and receive a one syllable reply. I wouldn't usually continue to talk to someone like that, but we were on shift together and I was bored and uncomfortable so I kept trying to chat, to no avail. What really annoyed me was what she said to me when she left her shift - she exclaimed loudly: 'You're so quiet!!'
I sat down for a break once, and while I was eating I absentmindedly doodled a random little pattern on a piece of paper. I must have left it on the table after I finished.
Anyway, after about a week the owner invited me to sit with her for a conversation. There was a newspaper in front of her. She asked me how I felt the job was going. Instead of replying, I lifted the newspaper. Underneath it was an envelope, which obviously had money inside. I said to her, you're clearly going to fire me, why are you asking me how I think the job is going?
She produced the doodle as if it was evidence. She said 'I found your drawing of the Tottenham Hotspur logo. I decided to give you a chance, but this isn't an establishment for your kind of people. Maybe you should try going back the the Queen's Arms.'
It was a formless circular doodle, not even remotely similar to anything, especially not the rooster which is the logo of that particular club. Just to clarify, I have never been a supporter of any football team, I'm just not interested in that.
Anyway, I took the money and walked out. I realised what had happened. She saw where I had worked, and because she had received my CV twice, she was under the impression that I was some kind of working class yob that was desperate to elevate my position in life by working in her restaurant. Her charitable nature had led her to give me an opportunity, but my inner chav just shined too bright. I was not civilised enough to work in an upmarket establishment such as hers.
Rex Spaulding, a étudié à la Colorado State University
Répondu il y a 85w · L'auteur dispose de réponses 456 et de vues de réponses 1.3m
Others here have listed this exact same reason, so I’m wondering if it’s a pattern with certain management folk: taking approved time off.
To begin, the job in question was for a financial planner, as an “aide to his aide” role. He was definitely a scumbag of a weasel, but as I was interested in becoming an actuary at the time, it was (sort of) a related field that would look good on a resume.
His secretary/aide was a great woman, and I immensely enjoyed working with her. She mentioned there were several times she had nearly walked out and quit (after he would be rather verbally abusive to her), but he would call her apologetically and beg her to stay. So I could imagine what kind of jerk this guy was
During the course of my work there, he discovered I was adept at database management. He was using the antiquated software that was just pure garbage (tedious, time consuming, took up too much memory and CPU usage, lacking in capabilities). I also noticed his computers were old, outdated, and in need of an update. He was cheap. Didn’t want a business model. So he asked me to build 2 - one for the secretary, one for the database I was now going to recreate from the ground up.
I built two PCs, each just under $75, that outperformed the rather expensive one he had in his office. I’m not sure if this started the bitterness he had for me or not. He became curt, aggressive, and demanding of my work - the database had to be migrated quicker, the names needed to be able to be printed off to an automated mail system (he never took the time to write personal messages to his clients - except the few that had him managing hundreds of thousands of dollars).
My birthday was coming up (January), and I had just finished his database - it was now migrated from that sluggish old PC and software combo to the new system (that was networked into his PC, where he could access it from his office next door).
I had to walk him through a few (basic) steps to make sure he could access it. He looked pissed (I think that a young college-age student knew so much about it).
Well, I had already asked for the Friday before my birthday off, and he had approved it.
So I think all is fine and dandy. I’m spending Friday with my girlfriend at the time, when I get a call from him.
"I can’t access your brilliant database.” Completely laden with sarcasm.
“Sir, did you go through the steps I printed for you?”
“I couldn’t follow the damn thing. It’s in the trash. I need you here now to fix this.”
“The steps won’t change, Sir.”
“Then I guess you don’t have a job anymore, do you?”
I was a bit shocked, but I thankfully came up with a quick reply that made me feel better:
“Then I guess you won’t know how to access your own database. Goodbye.”
He tried calling me back, but I ignored it - I could see exactement what his secretary put up with now.
The next day, his secretary wrote me that she was finally free of him, too. He had barged into the room, took out all the frustrations on her.
She told me her last lines to him: “You fired the one person who was trying to turn your outdated database modern because you’re frankly too stupid to be bothered with simple steps. And now you’re losing the one person who basically ran your office for you. I hope you remember how to run your office.”
So he lost his staff on the same day.
About 3 months later, there was a “FOR SALE” sign up in the office space he worked (small 2 story building, he rented two office rooms upstairs), and his name was gone from the building’s sign.
Charles Aylworth, Experimental Psychologist, Computer Programmer
Répondu il y a 92w · L'auteur dispose de réponses 848 et de vues de réponses 583.5k
I shall omit some details to protect the guilty. I’m not still mad at them. I was hired as an Information Technologist by an academic organization. They were impressed that I had a Ph.D. in Psychology, and computer skills.
The group taught seminars and did direct consultation with non-profit organizations. Their focus was teaching the principles of W. Edwards Deming, an American who revolutionized Japanese manufacturing by developing methods of organizing quality control and worker communication. I won’t go into detail, but his work is well worth reading closely. The group was dedicated to the idea that what worked in a factory, would work in a social organization with a stated goal. (I might add that I had deeply studied Dr. Deming’s work, and I completely agreed with their premises. )
One of Deming’s prime principles is (paraphrased) “Recruit slowly, fire more slowly.” In other words, you can never make up the money and momentum lost when you fire an employee. Select very carefully, then invest in the employee. If you fire, then you have failed. This is summed up in the guiding principle “Drive out fear.” If the employees are not afraid for their jobs, they will adopt the company, and invest their emotions into it, which increases profit and productivity. From the breadth of Deming’s opus this sole principle made up the bulk of what the group taught.
OK, now for my story. I loved the group, I loved the mission, I liked the people. I threw myself into the work. I soon learned that they were all deeply invested in an area I knew almost nothing about, so I set myself the task of getting up to speed with their passion, in addition to the other tasks concerning their computer integration and networking. I was desperately swimming upstream, and although I was excelling in the things I had been hired to do, I was being swamped by the stuff they hadn’t explained to me.
After about 10 months I attended the mandatory weekly staff meeting and noticed that my coworkers weren’t including me in the discussion as usual, and the ones I worked with most closely were avoiding my gaze. At the end of the meeting, the Head of the group asked me to drop by his office for a short meeting. When I got there, he was alone behind his desk and a single straight chair was next to it. “Why don’t you sit here?” he said, and my heart dropped to my shoes.
He shuffled some papers on his desk, cleared his throat, and said “When we hired you, I confess, we expected a rainbow of ineffable delights. I’m afraid that hasn’t been the case.” I replied, “You have asked a lot of me, and I have tried to comply, but no one said anything about ‘ineffable.’” He said, “I’m afraid we made a mistake in communication, but the decision has been made, you are terminated as of the end of the month.” (This was in the first week of the month. I had not had any hint there was a problem, and only one minor friction with one employee of about a dozen, months ago.)
I said, “What about Demings’ first principle? What happened to ‘Drive out fear?’” He said, “That is a good idea for our clients, but we have to be practical, not theoretical.” I said, “You mean everything we preach to our clients is a lie in your view?” He said, “I think we have gotten to the core of your problem with employment here.” I said, “How do you live with yourself? Do you sleep well at night?,” and left his office. The rest of the month was very awkward, as everyone came by to commiserate and assert that it wasn’t their decision. Knowing the structure of the group, most of that was lies.
After about a six month hiatus, I found a job with a group who practiced what they preached (not in the same field, but where my programming skills were valued.) I worked there for seven years until the research funding ran out, then smoothly transitioned to the job I retired from, 11 years later.
Mise à jour il y a 88w
I had been working at Cracker Barrel for 6 months as a server with no problems. I got along with all the employees and we generally enjoyed our time together at work. Never had any write-ups or complaints and I was a pretty good server over all.
One unfortunate day my co-worker and I decided to drink hot chocolate in the back. These hot chocolate packs were a dollar each and were not allowed to be consumed by employees. So the mistake was mine, but my manager handled it in the most immature and unprofessional manner.
He took me to the break room in the back and started yelling at me asking me whose the hot chocolates were. I wanted to be responsible for my actions and told him straight up that one of them was mine. He asked if I knew it was stealing and I said I did and I apologized and offered to pay for it. Instead he got in my face and asked me whose the other hot chocolate was. (My co-worker's). I obviously knew but I acted oblivious, as I didn't feel it was my place to get someone else in trouble. My ex-manager brought up the do or die question and told me if I didn't tell him whose it was, I was fired. I felt disrespected as I had been a great employee and my manager was just being a dick like usual. I made the conscious decision to quit right at that moment and told him I was leaving. I grabbed my keys and walked away as he screamed at “YOURE YOU'RE FIRED! GET OUT OF MY BUILDING RIGHT NOW!” I transferred one of my checks to another server, tipped out and left.
Thinking back to it, it was certainly the decisions I made that ended me up in the mess. However considering that we were understaffed, I had been a good employee, and we have had several other employees not fired for doing worse things, I think my manager over reacted over a $1 hot chocolate.
I went back a couple weeks later to eat with my co-worker who owned the other hot chocolate.( he had quit by then). The assistant manager whom we knew pretty well came out to greet us and told me how several other employees had left and how “(Asshole manager who must not be named) regretted his decision to fire you”
It was bitter sweet.
Répondu il y a 86w
In early 2010, I started working for a company that manufactures and sells magnetic card stripe readers. 12 months later, I had just had my annual review, which was extremely positive: I’d met all of my goals; had helped bring in several new customers and close new deals; had represented the company very well in the press and at trade shows; had put together a security training program to get our employees certified; and had produced some marketing videos which were very well received. However, a week after I casually mentioned to a co-worker that my wife’s cancer had spread, and that she was probably not going to live through 2011, I got a call from HR: I was being terminated.
I was bewildered, and laid out the above list of accomplishments, adding, “So let me get this straight. You’re firing me, even though I just had a great review, and you know that my wife is dying of cancer.”
“Of course we know that, [my name], that’s why we’re doing this. We sympathize, but we have a business to run. Do you really think your mind is going to be on your work for the next, well, how many months does she have left? And we like your work, so you are free to re-apply after she’s gone.”
Austin Jaganshi Donnelly, Freight Associate at The Home Depot (2017-present)
Répondu il y a 91w · L'auteur dispose de réponses 55 et de vues de réponses 76.4k
I wasn’t fired from this job; I quit. But I’d been led to believe I would have been fired for ridiculous reasons if I stayed.
It was my first job. Because I live in the middle of nowhere, I hadn’t gotten one until after I got my Gen. eds at college. I looked around a bit and ended up getting 32 hours a week at minimum wage in the back of a liquor store: Sorting cans, glass, and plastic bottles for their deposits. The job was unpleasant, to say the least: Sticky, hot, gross, constant rush-mode. But it was work and I did it. I would have been fine with this, but my boss and “superior” coworker were absolute monsters.
Within a few days of starting the job, I was constantly being harassed by my co-worker for: Being too slow, not having common sense(Because I was inexperienced and couldn’t read her mind), helping customers, and being friendly with customers. Apparently the latter two took too much time out of the rush-mode that was the job. (I was asked by one or two customers how I could work with that &%$#^, because she was extremely rude to a lot of them.) At one point she bragged to me about having seen SEVENTEEN people go through this job, either because they were fired or they quit. I think she was well aware of the fact that she was a major factor in that, and took pride in it. Despite her toxic attitude and behavior, I made efforts to be friendly with her. I would try and talk with her, I would get her tylenol/ibuprofen when she was hurting. I once gave her money for gas. But our working relationship only continued to deteriorate.
The boss was much the same, and I suspect that is why the co-worker in question never got fired. They were kindred spirits and he liked her. He would occasionally step in to help(whether he needed to or not) and proceeded to scream at all the employees, tell us to change how we usually did our job, move things around, and make a total mess of our work-space. He insulted me over having a two-year degree(Made some sarcastic remark about it, I don’t quite remember.) He was also petty enough to take five dollars off of my paycheck. He added up the couple extra minutes from breaks I might’ve taken, or times I clocked out a couple minutes early. At the same time, he ignored times I clocked in early or stayed late.
Their combined behavior leads me to believe I could’ve been fired for any number of ridiculous reasons. Being personable with our customers, not being able to read minds, taking a couple extra minutes on break(even though I often stayed late and came in early. Never missed a day and never showed up late.) Or maybe not immediately being a master at the job even though I’d been relatively new at the job. I didn’t let it get this far. I saw getting fired coming, and honestly, after only five weeks at the place I had been driven into quite a heavy depression by said boss’s and co-worker’s behavior toward me. So I quit for the sake of my mental health, and to avoid the ridiculous reasons above.
I’m now working at a privately owned kennel for cats and dogs. The hours aren’t as good, but the employees and employer are both friendly, and the work isn’t as grueling. In comparison, it’s heaven.