Greetings and Salutations!
So I got let go from Ye Olde People’s Tractor Factory today. And before anyone gets all “harrumphing” in my direction, let me tell you, I’m not hurting nor upset… for that matter, you know that it’s a good thing that when you let go, that your response is relief.
As in “Ahhhhhhhhhh… now I no longer have to deal with THAT asshole anymore!” In this case, and out of respect for the company itself, I’m not naming names per se. That and my ‘termination/resignation’ has a clause that states I won’t disparage the place.
Which is fair.
In fact the place? I loved working there.
The majority of folks?
I really liked them.
As much as I’m capable of liking a civilian…
That of course was to be the case up until the new Manager for my department came in and got hired 18+/- months ago… A fucking British National on a 90-day Marriage Visa. Lord knows I –tried– to be cool with him. And then I got backstabbed by him, and I realized he was like every other mid-wit (compared to me) manager with an overwhelming need to ‘dig’ and ‘pick’ at shit.
Now granted, that yes, as my direct supervisor, while it was his job to make sure things were working well, there gets to a point where the term “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it!” comes into play.
Namely he wanted me to do worthless, shitty, busy-work while I was ‘on the clock’. That sort of shit is the bane of my existence. And in my role with the company, well let’s just say that if I had say 15 taskers for a particular day, that I could knock out what needed to be done in less than an hour. Two at the absolute max.
Which means making the required phone calls, sending out emails and the like, requests for reports and/or information, as well as insuring that I catalog all of these attempts and whatnot so we have a solid track on me doing my job.
Which became the problem.
I am capable of doing the entirety of the days work in and hour or two. That subsequently left me with remaining six hours on the clock to stick my thumb in various orifices… Add on that I positively hate busy work…
I don’t do well with that sort of “Look busy, Jeebus is watching!” crapola.
If your numbers are great, if your production is stellar and you have ZERO customer complaints? Leave the fucking guy/gal in question the fuck alone!!!
When I was a Call Center Supervisor with a team of 40 under me? I had one or two folks like that… I left them the fuck alone. And what I told them my only requirement was that when they were fucking off (i.e surfing the web and/or watching videos and the like on OiTube) that they keep it to themselves, and not upset the rest of the workforce.
ESPECIALLY the retarded blaq folks.
ONE of them was a black chick who was a fellow vet, who also happened to be an AWESOME Hoomon Bean… I might be biased but the fact that she also was a combat medic with a Bronze Star w/”V” for pulling dudes out of a burning truck under fire absolutely factored in. “Doc” is still one of my favorites from back then… Wherever she is, I hope things are cool… she deserves it.
Anyways…
THAT was the excuse to can me.
The fact that I fucked off on the clock.
Mind you I’m the only one who was picked out for this tracking. I know for a fact that almost ALL the others on the team fuck off as well… it’s just that no one else was subjected to the microscope factor.
Not that I’m concerned.
One is because they’re paying me one months’ severance, all my remaining vacation time (almost 50 hours) is being paid out, and my earned bonuses (for reviews on Google and what) as ALSO being honored. That and that my ‘release letter’ states plainly that I resigned LOL. Hell… I got to ‘twist the knife today’ as at 13:00 before the fateful meeting, I got ANOTHER 5 star Goolag review… the Client in Question was so pleased that they asked my opinion of what they wrote while I was on the phone LOL. My understanding is that I was one of the absolute top tier performers… so anyways….
Two is because I’ve already got like three fallback positions, one is going tomorrow to work for GunGirl as the in-house gun guru. The other juuuust fell into my lap, but it has MAD potential… More intel on that as it develops…
And third and lastly?
Instead of being all upset and butthurt, I’m chill AF about it.
Like strangely relieved and happy. Everything else is just icing on Ye Olde Cake. One of my frens that I talked to today about said-subject, when I told him about the severance and other parts of the package, told me he thinks it’s the “Please don’t come and shoot us” Severance Plan. I LOL’d!
Not that I’d ever do anything like that.
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”
Amen to that Aye?
So now?
Time to Chillax.
And this means y’all will be getting a LOT moar gun restoration poasts and projects. I have that .22 Bolt Action that I need to refinish, and then finish up the long-suffering SMLE that my fren helped me out with getting the barrel fitted.
The future’s so bright…
I gotta wear shades…
More Later
Big Country
Funny that shitcanning you will probably hurt them more than it will hurt you. That’s a good position to be in. I’ve worked for myself for going on 15 years now, and could never go back to being under the thumb of dumbshit busybody managers and HR harpies. The first job I ever got fired from had me bummed, mostly because I was young and still too concerned that it would make me look “bad. Fuck that noise.
Last job I quit before striking out on my own was working for an outfit run by two brothers who were both assholes. One was a raging drunk, the other was resentful of being forced into helping run the family business because the drunk older brother couldn’t cut it on his own. Then, during my tenure there, they both ended up embroiled in acrimonious divorce proceedings which made them even more pleasant to deal with. One Friday afternoon I and the younger (resentful) brother damn near came to blows in the rear parking lot and equipment storage yard over some stupid shit he wanted to blow all out to proportion.
Once he cooled off, I unloaded all my personal tools from the company truck, handed him the keys and company cell phone, and told him I was done being treated like a bitch. I was pissed for about 45 minutes when I got home, mostly from the adrenaline hangover of nearly having to beat his ass . Eased back in my favorite chair, relaxed, and the following Monday morning I was working for myself, and already pulling more hours then I’d gotten from the previous shithole in probably 6 months. Felt great about it, too.
Left on pretty much your own terms?
A plus
Buddy of mine’s attitude ( he’s floated around the whole Beltway Bandit/mil/gov interface forever) has been, “ fire me/ let me go. I’ll have a better job at 30% more in a couple of weeks”.
Congrats on having the gun work to fall back on. Sounds like a good place to be. Good luck and may blessings abound.