Friday, February 08, 2008

 

Life is Fucking Hilarious

On 9 November 2007, I was fired from my job at [Nameless Company], which will, from this day forward be referred to as Echostar Communications or Dish Network.

The story of why this happened is kind of long. Following the [Nameless Company] label will reveal some of what happened. The last straw was when I was not given information that I had requested from my spineless piece of shit manager, information that he told me he'd get back to me with, information that he had for two fucking weeks at this point.

I demanded he come in and give me the information. Frankly, I didn't believe him because I've caught him in several lies in the past. I demanded he call Human Resources as that was who the info ultimately was to come from. The spineless piece of shit got HR on the phone immediately, which now seems a little remarkable since it was after their business hours. But an HR rep was on the phone in seconds.

I wasn't pleasant with anyone involved and my evening ended with me being escorted from the building. The guy with MS was going to cause great damage on his way out of the building, I guess. I was placed on "Administrative Leave" and awaited my fate. On 9 November my fate was spelled out for me.

The best thing was that I found out that the spineless piece of shit manager did not act properly, withholding information from an employee as near as I can tell, because he was too fucking lazy to answer an email from me again asking for the information. He apparently got in trouble for that. How much, I don't know. His actions cost me my job, I doubt that he suffered as I did.

That's the way it always worked at that place though. They fuck up and get angry when you complain about it. I was given incorrect benefits information by the benefits office and I was written up because I got angry that they fucked up. They responded to my request at appealing the decision to fire me by sending a letter to the wrong address. They've got all of my information, they're just really fucking stupid. The final indignity was when they hung up on me while firing me. Yeah, they're the communications company that doesn't know how to use a fucking phone.

The funny thing is that for the next couple of nights, I slept amazingly well. I so hated my job at Echostar that it was a relief for it to just be over. I was told that I wouldn't receive a promotion or raise, but more work was expected of me. If I refused to take on extra work, a certain spineless piece of shit told me that it would "reflect poorly on me." All of this while new hires were being brought on at higher pay than the rest of the staff. I couldn't get a promotion, people from the outside were being hired at a pay rate above me, essentially getting the promotion that I was denied. It's no wonder I slept better not having to worry about that shit.

Of course, I didn't have a job, and that can always be stressful. I also have a terrible disease that, among other things, can cause depression. I do have lots of experience, so there were enough job interviews to keep me busy. I have two very promising things on the line. Earlier today, one of them came through.

So I'm moving again. South. I still haven't figured out all of the logistics of the move, but it will be before the end of the month. My first day of work is two weeks from Monday.

The company I'll be working for isn't perfect. I know because I've worked for them before. They do pay well. They were interested in me because I have experience in my field. I'm not getting a job because I live in the city the business is in and I showed up on the day they opened the door. I have experience, the specific experience that can only be gained at the three companies I've worked for that do this type of business.

I have experience and they're willing to pay me for it. I'll be making nearly 30% more than I was at Echostar. I'll be making that because I'm worth it. Right out of the box, they're telling me I'm worth something. They're not fucking me out of a week's vacation by hiring me right after the first of the year. They didn't screw up in calling every one of my references. They didn't fuck up my expenses. They told me they cared, they offered me a fair wage. I accepted because, well, I'm fucking worth it. It's nice when your employer agrees before you've even showed up to work.

BOJ

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