Sacked II
I once had a "friend" (I hated his guts) who lost two jobs on the same day - he drunkenly crashed the taxi he was driving when he was supposed to be at his office job. How have you been sacked?
( , Thu 29 May 2014, 13:33)
I once had a "friend" (I hated his guts) who lost two jobs on the same day - he drunkenly crashed the taxi he was driving when he was supposed to be at his office job. How have you been sacked?
( , Thu 29 May 2014, 13:33)
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Sacked for asking for a pay rise
Working for a fly-by-night training provider just off the Edgware road. I was being paid a pittance and was ‘promised’ a pay review after six months. I was handed a new contract but the salary was still the same. So after discussing things with my line Manager, Mick, I went to speak to the Managing Director and owner of the company, a lady called Lela.
Lela was overweight, Israeli, and had halitosis so bad it could melt your nostril hairs. When I asked her why I wasn’t being given a pay rise, she could have quite easily told me any number of plausible excuses e.g. there’s not money in the budget, not at this time etc. but instead her opening gambit was:
“You are not putting in enough of an effort”.
So being a cocky little fucker I decided to make her squirm a bit by asking lots of difficult questions.
“Can you explain how I am not making enough of an effort? What aspects of my work do you feel that I could improve on?” and so on.
Of course she couldn’t really answer any of my questions because she had no clue what I did from one end of the day to the next. So I left her office feeling at least morally vindicated and went back to work.
The next thing I know I’m in Mick’s office being handed an envelope with my name on it. He sucks his teeth and makes embarrassed noises.
“Oh. Right.” I say.
I spoke to some friends of mine who worked in Human Resources. They basically told me I didn’t have a leg to stand on because I hadn’t been employed long enough to seek unfair dismissal.
Well, education is a small world and in a weird twist of fate I ended up working at another training provider with two guys who had also worked at the Fly-By-Night place. Turns out my then manager Mick, who I had mistakenly thought was on my side, was actually a bit of a weasel, and had probably been bad mouthing me behind my back. Perhaps I should have realised from all of the snide just out-of-earshot quips he made at my expense - Stupid, naive, trusting, fucker that I was.
Turns out Mick shafted quite a number of people at the same organisation forcing them to leave, before Lela finally got sick of him and he was shown the door himself.
So the moral of the story… know your rights and never trust anyone in management.
( , Fri 30 May 2014, 23:56, 9 replies)
Working for a fly-by-night training provider just off the Edgware road. I was being paid a pittance and was ‘promised’ a pay review after six months. I was handed a new contract but the salary was still the same. So after discussing things with my line Manager, Mick, I went to speak to the Managing Director and owner of the company, a lady called Lela.
Lela was overweight, Israeli, and had halitosis so bad it could melt your nostril hairs. When I asked her why I wasn’t being given a pay rise, she could have quite easily told me any number of plausible excuses e.g. there’s not money in the budget, not at this time etc. but instead her opening gambit was:
“You are not putting in enough of an effort”.
So being a cocky little fucker I decided to make her squirm a bit by asking lots of difficult questions.
“Can you explain how I am not making enough of an effort? What aspects of my work do you feel that I could improve on?” and so on.
Of course she couldn’t really answer any of my questions because she had no clue what I did from one end of the day to the next. So I left her office feeling at least morally vindicated and went back to work.
The next thing I know I’m in Mick’s office being handed an envelope with my name on it. He sucks his teeth and makes embarrassed noises.
“Oh. Right.” I say.
I spoke to some friends of mine who worked in Human Resources. They basically told me I didn’t have a leg to stand on because I hadn’t been employed long enough to seek unfair dismissal.
Well, education is a small world and in a weird twist of fate I ended up working at another training provider with two guys who had also worked at the Fly-By-Night place. Turns out my then manager Mick, who I had mistakenly thought was on my side, was actually a bit of a weasel, and had probably been bad mouthing me behind my back. Perhaps I should have realised from all of the snide just out-of-earshot quips he made at my expense - Stupid, naive, trusting, fucker that I was.
Turns out Mick shafted quite a number of people at the same organisation forcing them to leave, before Lela finally got sick of him and he was shown the door himself.
So the moral of the story… know your rights and never trust anyone in management.
( , Fri 30 May 2014, 23:56, 9 replies)
I dunno, perhaps you'd have been happier with 'dismissed for racism' on your permanent record?
( , Sat 31 May 2014, 2:52, closed)
( , Sat 31 May 2014, 2:52, closed)
Is mentioning someone's nationality racist?
Actually she wasn't really Israeli, she was from Bongo Bongo Land!
( , Sat 31 May 2014, 8:40, closed)
Actually she wasn't really Israeli, she was from Bongo Bongo Land!
( , Sat 31 May 2014, 8:40, closed)
You appear to have included "Israeli" in a list of what you perceived to be Lela's faults,
so context is against you, here.
( , Sat 31 May 2014, 8:44, closed)
so context is against you, here.
( , Sat 31 May 2014, 8:44, closed)
Not to mention the implied sexism in my post
was it really necessary to mention she was overweight and a woman?
( , Sat 31 May 2014, 12:18, closed)
was it really necessary to mention she was overweight and a woman?
( , Sat 31 May 2014, 12:18, closed)
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