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"Fuck You":
After nearly 3 years as a newspaper reporter, I finally took a week's vacation. On my first day back, my officemate called and said there would be a mandatory meeting of all editorial people in the main office.
I walked in, sat down in the crowded room, and noticed a very uncomfortable vibe right away. Then the executive editor said that all the part-time people (which included me) had been let go. After he stopped talking, I said, "I assume, then, that means me, also?"
Without looking me in the eye, he told me they had been unable to reach me at home, unlike all the other part-timers. Fuming, I reported to HR only to be told there was no one there who could delineate what would happen next. I was told to sit in a chair out in the main hallway and wait. Yeah, I was gonna do that.
I threw my security badge on the nearest desk, told them I wasn't waiting for anyone, and stalked out. An HR woman stretched out her hand to me and started saying, "Oh, I'm sorry..." I looked at her and said, "Fuck you." It was juvenile, I admit. It also felt good.
Crying And Drinking:I walked in, sat down in the crowded room, and noticed a very uncomfortable vibe right away. Then the executive editor said that all the part-time people (which included me) had been let go. After he stopped talking, I said, "I assume, then, that means me, also?"
Without looking me in the eye, he told me they had been unable to reach me at home, unlike all the other part-timers. Fuming, I reported to HR only to be told there was no one there who could delineate what would happen next. I was told to sit in a chair out in the main hallway and wait. Yeah, I was gonna do that.
I threw my security badge on the nearest desk, told them I wasn't waiting for anyone, and stalked out. An HR woman stretched out her hand to me and started saying, "Oh, I'm sorry..." I looked at her and said, "Fuck you." It was juvenile, I admit. It also felt good.
I was off work for jury duty. When I left the courtroom and checked my messages, there was a voice mail from HR asking me to call right away. I did, and the HR lady laid me off over the phone. She even cried.
So I go back to the courthouse and, when they called court back into session, asked for permission to approach the judge. I told him what happened. He and the attorneys were horrified and let me go from the jury. I went to the office and was accompanied by a security guard to my cubicle, where I packed up my personal belongings, while some co-workers sobbed quietly in their cubicles wondering when it would happen to them.
The others who had been axed had been gone for hours already getting hammered at a local bar.
"Best Thing That Ever Happened To Me":So I go back to the courthouse and, when they called court back into session, asked for permission to approach the judge. I told him what happened. He and the attorneys were horrified and let me go from the jury. I went to the office and was accompanied by a security guard to my cubicle, where I packed up my personal belongings, while some co-workers sobbed quietly in their cubicles wondering when it would happen to them.
The others who had been axed had been gone for hours already getting hammered at a local bar.
I got laid off early this year after working extremely long hours through the holidays on an extra project that was unnecessary.
I was obviously shocked, and then had to sit there for an HOUR AND A HALF while the HR woman went through my severance package in inane detail (including the fact that my medical benefits were over THAT DAY).
Visibly shaken and now feeling tortured, I asked if I could please get my personal belongings (plus, I was a little embarrassed because I had sweaty gym clothes in my locker that I really don't want anyone to touch/look at), the HR goes "What? Do you really want to get your stuff now? After all this?" Um, yes bitch. I do.
Best thing that ever happened to me.
I was obviously shocked, and then had to sit there for an HOUR AND A HALF while the HR woman went through my severance package in inane detail (including the fact that my medical benefits were over THAT DAY).
Visibly shaken and now feeling tortured, I asked if I could please get my personal belongings (plus, I was a little embarrassed because I had sweaty gym clothes in my locker that I really don't want anyone to touch/look at), the HR goes "What? Do you really want to get your stuff now? After all this?" Um, yes bitch. I do.
Best thing that ever happened to me.