The Onosecond
Wired magazine once defined the 'onosecond' as the time between hitting 'send' and realising that you really didn't mean to send that to your granny.
What inappropriate email/text/photo have you sent to wrong people? Are they speaking to you any more?
( , Thu 26 May 2005, 10:15)
Wired magazine once defined the 'onosecond' as the time between hitting 'send' and realising that you really didn't mean to send that to your granny.
What inappropriate email/text/photo have you sent to wrong people? Are they speaking to you any more?
( , Thu 26 May 2005, 10:15)
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HR OhNo!
I was the number 3 rep in the nation (out of about 154 reps), working for a crap company in DC. I HATED my Boss. As it happens, I had a movie shoot for a short film coming up...I told them almost 3 weeks in advance that I needed to take off 3 days. "No problem" the VP tells me.
About a week later he finds out it is for a film.
The week I am to leave? The Boss says "We’ve got the “Big Guy” in town, I cant have you leaving to go shoot a film. Honestly, I have to wonder where your head is."
Cue me leaving anyway, but only for two days because I didn’t want the Boss getting in trouble and I was able to talk the Director into rescheduling the shoot. The CEO didn’t even bother to say hello to me while he was in the office for 2 hours.
I am livid. I leave, do the shoot and then come back. That first morning back, I am at my desk, on monster.com and speaking to a friend who is the HR Manager for one of the largest law firms in DC. I basically unload on the company and end up with "…can you believe that shit? This company is Fekked!" I said...
then a tap on my shoulder, turn around...OUR HR manager is standing there and has a post-it note that says "Come see me when you are through your call." OH NO! I am busted. I mean, “planning on leaving” and being “forced out the door” are two entirely different matters. So, I grab my daily journal book, anticipating that she will be mentioning items I may want to jot down about my severance.
Her office is on the other side of the facility, so I hike the distance, my feet somehow heavier than when I walked into the office that morning. I walked to her doorway and there she was, on the phone. She motions me in: Great, I get to sit in front of her and squirm while she chats with whoever it is she is speaking to.
As it turns out? She wanted to commiserate about what a shit company we worked for! Turns out not all HR are useless twats.
No apologies for length. They deserved every inch. I left within two weeks…followed days later by two other sales reps (they only had 4 in that office) AND the HR Manager!
( , Tue 31 May 2005, 19:38, Reply)
I was the number 3 rep in the nation (out of about 154 reps), working for a crap company in DC. I HATED my Boss. As it happens, I had a movie shoot for a short film coming up...I told them almost 3 weeks in advance that I needed to take off 3 days. "No problem" the VP tells me.
About a week later he finds out it is for a film.
The week I am to leave? The Boss says "We’ve got the “Big Guy” in town, I cant have you leaving to go shoot a film. Honestly, I have to wonder where your head is."
Cue me leaving anyway, but only for two days because I didn’t want the Boss getting in trouble and I was able to talk the Director into rescheduling the shoot. The CEO didn’t even bother to say hello to me while he was in the office for 2 hours.
I am livid. I leave, do the shoot and then come back. That first morning back, I am at my desk, on monster.com and speaking to a friend who is the HR Manager for one of the largest law firms in DC. I basically unload on the company and end up with "…can you believe that shit? This company is Fekked!" I said...
then a tap on my shoulder, turn around...OUR HR manager is standing there and has a post-it note that says "Come see me when you are through your call." OH NO! I am busted. I mean, “planning on leaving” and being “forced out the door” are two entirely different matters. So, I grab my daily journal book, anticipating that she will be mentioning items I may want to jot down about my severance.
Her office is on the other side of the facility, so I hike the distance, my feet somehow heavier than when I walked into the office that morning. I walked to her doorway and there she was, on the phone. She motions me in: Great, I get to sit in front of her and squirm while she chats with whoever it is she is speaking to.
As it turns out? She wanted to commiserate about what a shit company we worked for! Turns out not all HR are useless twats.
No apologies for length. They deserved every inch. I left within two weeks…followed days later by two other sales reps (they only had 4 in that office) AND the HR Manager!
( , Tue 31 May 2005, 19:38, Reply)
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