Mondays Aren’t Bad Enough Without Layoffs
I worked for a title company for four years with the knowledge that it wasn’t going anywhere and the benefits were nil. But the work was easy, I got along with my boss and it was a pay check every week, so I thought why not? Times were tough and our work was a little slow, but I always had stuff in my inbox to work on and I wasn’t afraid to take on the nastier stuff others didn’t want. Dedication is my thang.
Monday morning: The previous week my car finally bit the dust and I had something lodged under my conjunctiva in my eye, so I was on the phone with my doctor when an e-mail popped up on my screen. The subject line was Can You Please Come Upstairs?
Didn’t take a genius to figure that one out. Into the phone I muttered an expletive, a nice way to impress the appointment setter at your doctor’s office, hung up and went upstairs. I got a ‘well you’ve probably known for a while we were going to lay you off’ speech, even though I hadn’t. It came as a total shock because I’d just received a new batch of no-on-else-wants-to-do-this-you-do-it work.
I got handed a check and a letter of resignation. He didn’t even pay me a full week, he cut off four hours and used my vacation time to cover the four he cut out.
Seriously, why bother having me come in on a Monday for an hour and a half? Most of which I spent goofing off on the internet, mind you, but why not let me go on Friday afternoon so I didn’t have to get up early and bother getting dressed the following work day?
I keep getting e-mails from him because I guess he still thinks we’re “friends”. How are you doing? Well, I’m about a $1000 behind on my electric, whatever was in my eye is STILL there and oh, by the way, the day you laid me off, I ran over my dog with the new car I’m still working out payments on. The economy sucks and I can’t find a new job. How do you think I am?
This post was submitted by Beckie C..