April 19, 2004
being fired for a blog
I've got nothing to lose now, so I might as well tell the story.
I was assigned to be head of a team doing mean-time failure analysis on critical equipment in the plant. We compliled a bunch of data and I was supposed to correlate it into some kind of coherent form. It was confusing shit and attempting to find a pattern in it was mind-numbing. But I was told on Monday to have a preliminary report the following Monday, so I went to work on it.
Wednesday, I received a call from my boss. "How are you coming with that report?" he asked. I was stunned. "Boss, I'm working on it, but that's a lot of stuff to digest. I damn sure ain't finished today, but I'll have it done by the deadline."
"Bring me what you have right now."
I knew something was up. That was a situation where you feel the hairs prickling on the back of your neck and you smell an evil scent in the wind. But I'm a good soldier, so I gathered up the paperwork and I trudged to the Big Guy's office.
He didn't even give me the courtesy of looking at the paperwork. "We need to see (He whose name I will not mention, because I had a lot of respect for that man until that fateful Wednesday. I still respect him for being a great leader, but he'll lay down like a whipped dog if Corporate tells him to.) because he wants to talk to you." We went to The Great Room With The Mahogany Table.
My boss never said a word as Jabba the Hut from Human Resources, a corpulent, slimy bastard, pilloried me for a few posts on my blog. I used the word "nigger." I made fun of Violence in the Workplace training. I referred to my ex-wife, who is a part of the Management Team as a "bloodless cunt." I was so politically incorrect that I couldn't possibly serve as a supervisor in the plant anymore.
I remember that I was chewing a piece of Bazooka bubble gum at the time. I said, "So, what am I doing wrong on my job?"
"This isn't about your performance. It's about your attitude," said Jabba the Hut.
That goddam attitude will get you every time. No one at that table could point to one single time that I had neglected my duty, slacked off on the job or failed to deliver what I was assigned to do. That entire dog-and-pony show came from some asswit in Oklahoma City with a piss-stain running down his leg, and I'll bet that the pathetic bastard never supervised anybody in his life.
I had the temerity to ask the #1 BIG GUY: "Is this YOUR decision, or are you being told what to do with me?"
"The decision has been made," he said. That response answered all my questions.
Be careful what you write. It can bite you in the ass.
I would expect no more...nothing better...from the corporation that had Karen Silkwood killed. Or that would do the kind of things she was RIGHT about in the first place.
Seems in this world, you either get to have money, or balls,integrity and your self-respect. I'll take the latter, every single (fuckin') time.
You're a good man and an excellent leader.
It's honestly their loss. (And, really. They're backing and sticking with the BC. How utterly STUPID is that?
You have far more sense and intelligence than they do.
Forgot something...you seem to not be pinging when you post again.
It did it when Key posted the other day, but it's not doing it again.
Jesus H. Christ on toast. Isn’t having a fucking job punishment enough? Oh no, you’re supposed to act grateful at all times for the murdering of your years.
The word ‘nigger’ is taboo to downplay the obvious: more and more Americans of every color are becoming pre-1865 niggers every day.
I love Bazooka bubble gum.
My question is still; How did they find the blog?
The BC told them of course. That should be obvious. She got him fired, now wants all the money he cashed out of the company. She's got it all planned. I still think you should boogie town. Quinton will understand in the long run.
real good, but why would he be dumb enough to tell the BC?
He didn't tell ME he had a blog. I just found him one day.
Use your head.
Something tells me she didn't just stumble upon it.
Well isn't that just dandy...
...bunch of spineless worms. What good are our American freedoms in a case like this?
They probably forgot to mention that you sold your soul to them in exchange for your job when you were hired.
OK. Now I understand. The ex was part of the manglement team. Ouch.
Many people have 'just stumbled upon it'...also, kids inadvertantly tell people things you'd rather they didn't and she IS the kind of person to hear about it from their son and use it against him, ya know.
What? Do you think ROB told her?
What goes around comes around, that corpulant HR rep. will probably do in your assailant just when they think everyone has forgotten about the incident. I've seen this happen many times in my chosen field. An old salt gave me the following advice: Be careful who you step on on your way up, you're apt to meet them on your way down.
He was right.
Get your lawyer brother and sue, sue, sue. I think you'd find a sympathetic jury to support the charge of an unjust dismissal. Damn corporations better butt out of their employee's personal lifes.
Hey, I just got out of the hospital from a collapsed lung (pneumothorax) so I, sort of, understand the fixin' to die, fuck you attitude. I mind my previous comment on Mr. McVeigh's explosion. I really do hope he broke some windows in the Kerr-McGee building.
(Actually, it's a shame he didn't just PICK the Kerr-McGee building...)
In the words of ted nuggent:
"Assert yourselves, take political correctness and flush it down the brain-dead toilet from which it came."
Not that the bosses would listen to that but...
Next time, get your report finished before you return to blogging...