Sacked
I've never been sacked (yet)... One company I worked for made everyone redundant on Valentine's Day. The boss handed out little envelopes. We all thought he'd bought us cards and were really touched.
...but I've never been sacked. What have you done that led to your dismissal? Are you still bitter, or was it a fair cop?
( , Thu 23 Feb 2006, 13:23)
I've never been sacked (yet)... One company I worked for made everyone redundant on Valentine's Day. The boss handed out little envelopes. We all thought he'd bought us cards and were really touched.
...but I've never been sacked. What have you done that led to your dismissal? Are you still bitter, or was it a fair cop?
( , Thu 23 Feb 2006, 13:23)
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Mayonnaise Revenge
My only sacking came at my first job, as a salad monkey at a well-known McRestaurant in Northampton. The manager was a vicious type, and seemed to delight in giving me any number of ludicrous tasks. After spending one afternoon clinging precariously to the roof of the building cleaning the outside of the skylight above the staff changing room (see what I mean?), I was summoned for another duty, this time to clean out the dirt from between the tiles on the restaurant floor. When I asked for a bucket and mop, he grinned and handed me a toothbrush.
Unwilling to face this humilation, I grabbed the nearest thing (the mayonnaise gun), and shot him in the face. Wiping the creamy discharge away, he screamed that I was fired. "Fine", I shouted back, "I'll go get a job at Wimpey", as if this carried some kind of threat.
And that was that. I walked.
( , Thu 23 Feb 2006, 19:56, Reply)
My only sacking came at my first job, as a salad monkey at a well-known McRestaurant in Northampton. The manager was a vicious type, and seemed to delight in giving me any number of ludicrous tasks. After spending one afternoon clinging precariously to the roof of the building cleaning the outside of the skylight above the staff changing room (see what I mean?), I was summoned for another duty, this time to clean out the dirt from between the tiles on the restaurant floor. When I asked for a bucket and mop, he grinned and handed me a toothbrush.
Unwilling to face this humilation, I grabbed the nearest thing (the mayonnaise gun), and shot him in the face. Wiping the creamy discharge away, he screamed that I was fired. "Fine", I shouted back, "I'll go get a job at Wimpey", as if this carried some kind of threat.
And that was that. I walked.
( , Thu 23 Feb 2006, 19:56, Reply)
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