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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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My finest leaving a job/getting sacked moment
was when I used to be assistant manager of a pub. The pub was owned by a small chain from Brighton who gave less than a fuck about our little outpost in Lewes that they'd acquired as part of a deal.
We had a fantastic manager for about 3 months during which time we had an in house pill dealer and would regularly buy coke out of the days takings. Eventually, he got sacked when our £9,000 stock deficit came to light and they appointed the first person who applied for the job.
The woman they chose was the most useless, objectionable person ever to set foot in a pub. She did fuck all work and clearly had no clue what she was doing. After a week of running the place on half her salary I'd had enough.
Friday night came around and me and a mate decided to get drunk. After the best part of a bottle of absinthe and a bottle of Agwa, we were pretty far gone. The manager's tosser boyfriend had a go at me so I decided to storm out.
As I was leaving, she came over and asked what was up. I preceded to tell her at great length exactly what I thought of her. The DJ we had on decided to do one of those clever stop the music for a bit tricks, just as I shouted in the manager's face "Basically you're a fat cunt and everyone hates you".
The music never came back on and I got a round of applause.
I then got barred from every pub in the chain for six months...
( , Mon 27 Feb 2006, 14:00, Reply)
was when I used to be assistant manager of a pub. The pub was owned by a small chain from Brighton who gave less than a fuck about our little outpost in Lewes that they'd acquired as part of a deal.
We had a fantastic manager for about 3 months during which time we had an in house pill dealer and would regularly buy coke out of the days takings. Eventually, he got sacked when our £9,000 stock deficit came to light and they appointed the first person who applied for the job.
The woman they chose was the most useless, objectionable person ever to set foot in a pub. She did fuck all work and clearly had no clue what she was doing. After a week of running the place on half her salary I'd had enough.
Friday night came around and me and a mate decided to get drunk. After the best part of a bottle of absinthe and a bottle of Agwa, we were pretty far gone. The manager's tosser boyfriend had a go at me so I decided to storm out.
As I was leaving, she came over and asked what was up. I preceded to tell her at great length exactly what I thought of her. The DJ we had on decided to do one of those clever stop the music for a bit tricks, just as I shouted in the manager's face "Basically you're a fat cunt and everyone hates you".
The music never came back on and I got a round of applause.
I then got barred from every pub in the chain for six months...
( , Mon 27 Feb 2006, 14:00, Reply)
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