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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Teenage hardware love blues
I was a spotty 16 year old and much in puppy love with Elaine who worked in the local Wimpy burger bar. I used to go there for lunch every day when on my break as an underpaid shopboy at the local hardware store in Aylesbury and I'd pass her silly little love notes when she served me.
I scribbled one such note on a piece of A6 (tiny) sized paper from a pad next to the till in the hardware shop. The hardware manager standing at the till glared at me as if I had just pissed on his mothers' corpse, but I shrugged it off due to his being pissed off for me continually refusing his sexual advances.
Got back to work after lunch and was quizzed by the owner about a reported theft - the manager told him that I had been acting suspiciously near the till and that there was a tenner missing (not by my hand).
The manager it seems had set me up and I duly got the sack. Most upset I started to walk home to a sure good hiding and then had a thought...
I returned to the shop and told the owner Mr Hasberry about the arse touching tendencies of his respectable married manager and about how good a story I thought the local paper might make of it.
He actually muttered “God, not again” and gave me a very nice written reference and a months pay.
( , Fri 24 Feb 2006, 15:03, Reply)
I was a spotty 16 year old and much in puppy love with Elaine who worked in the local Wimpy burger bar. I used to go there for lunch every day when on my break as an underpaid shopboy at the local hardware store in Aylesbury and I'd pass her silly little love notes when she served me.
I scribbled one such note on a piece of A6 (tiny) sized paper from a pad next to the till in the hardware shop. The hardware manager standing at the till glared at me as if I had just pissed on his mothers' corpse, but I shrugged it off due to his being pissed off for me continually refusing his sexual advances.
Got back to work after lunch and was quizzed by the owner about a reported theft - the manager told him that I had been acting suspiciously near the till and that there was a tenner missing (not by my hand).
The manager it seems had set me up and I duly got the sack. Most upset I started to walk home to a sure good hiding and then had a thought...
I returned to the shop and told the owner Mr Hasberry about the arse touching tendencies of his respectable married manager and about how good a story I thought the local paper might make of it.
He actually muttered “God, not again” and gave me a very nice written reference and a months pay.
( , Fri 24 Feb 2006, 15:03, Reply)
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