The Jerry Maguire Moment
I used to work for a hideous kitchen fitting company thats main aim seemed to be how many times they could get complained to "Watchdog". The boss looked like a obese Boss Hogg and would openly look at porn on his PC while eating fried chicken and shouting abuse at people becuase he could. It really was a nasty place to work and due to Boss Hoggs lack of working contracts staff would often just walk off in a rage only to sheepishly return the next day.
It was so nasty in fact, I made the not very difficult decision to leave as soon as the belated wage cheque had cleared in my bank account, I simply had to time it right in the acceptable "walking off rage" fashion.
Answering all the phone calls that day, hoping to get a furiously disgruntled customer that would allow me to get angry enough to walk out didn't happen, instead every caller was being rather pleasant, then at lunchtime I saw my colleagues phone ringing with a number that I recognised as a furious customer, sadly he was also being pleasant but I started getting annoyed anyway which sparked him off, it was lunchtime and technically I wasn't being paid anymore so this was it, my Jerry Maguire moment...so I threw the phone down, shouted "RIGHT!thats fucking it! I've had with this fucking place!" and stood up to see that everyone bar the work experience girl and the bloke who hated it as much as me had gone out. The girl just looked at me shrugged and carried on arranging paperclips, the bloke shrugged and said "see ya then" and I walked off a bit disappointed that I didn't get to take on Boss Hogg in verbal battle.

Months later I bumped into another colleague who told me that no-one believed the work experience girl or the bloke and they all thought that I took a long lunch break, which then turned into "he'll be back tomorrow" then "yeah, back Monday, a new week and all that" this carried on for a month even though no-one bothered to call to ask me. Boss Hogg was furious, suddenly had contracts for everyone drawn up and claimed that if he ever saw me again he'd beat the shit out of me, a claim I'm still waiting to put to the test.

So I wasn't actually sacked, but it was very satisfying.

PS: Sorry for all those people that stayed and had to work out a months notice because of me!
(Anarchy Duck, Fri 24 Feb 2006, 18:50, Reply)