Ever Get Fired?

BaggedLancer

Fired/Quit once. Working for a junk removal company the boss accused me of bidding a $900 job for $880 and telling the nice lady to give me $20 for myself. In reality, the job was worth about $600, cost the company about $200 in dump fees and the salary for myself and the other guy. So not only did they make an extra $280, the greedy boss was looking for the $20 tip she gave us as well. He ended up going on about how unacceptable it was to do that, poor business practice, etc. and he said I have to let you go. We got in a argument/fight outside at the building he was renting when someone came outside and said if we don't stop yelling he is calling the police. The guy was related through family and well liked despite his constant spell of body odor. No one talks to him now after what he did.

Oh well, job sucked. I ended up landing a nice job weeks after that that paid triple what I was making.

Jstas

I didn't get fired but the boss made it difficult for me to come to work and cut me down to 2 hours a week. He couldn't fire me because I hadn't done anything wrong except emasculate him in front of the other employees.

I was working a car parts counter while in college. I was also working at a day job while going to classes. So needless to say that I had an arrangement with my store manager. Basically, I work my hind-end off and he doesn't get on my case if I end up being 10-15 minutes late for my shift. Most of my fellow employees didn't mind covering for me either. I was an awesome employee for a year and a half.

Fast forward to about 16 months in to the job. This fat troll manager is there one day when I come in and I'm not in uniform or anything yet 'cause I've been sittin' on the Surekill Expressway for two freakin' hours. I walk right up to my manager and the assistant store manager who are showin' the troll around and said "Hey, Big John, sorry for being late dude, I was..." and he stopped and said "I know, I heard the news, it's cool just get changed and get out here pronto." Then the troll turns around and says "Who the 'eff are you?" I looked at him and said "I work here." He says "Where the hell have you been?" Then I said "Who the 'eff are you?" He looks at me and I lost it and went in to a big tirade about who he was, what I thought of him and first impressions and so on and so forth. When I stopped, everybody was looking at me and him and he says "Yeah, you'd better walk away!" Everybody was like "DAMN!" I stopped, turned around and said rather loudly "Hey, answer a question for me. When was the last time you saw "Mr. Happy"?" Everyone, including my store manager was laughing. Later on my store manager pulled me aside and said "Hey, I thought what you said was hilarious, I hate this guy, he's got a chip on his shoulder and you busted him down a couple notches but, unfortunately, he's your new store manager. I'm leavin' and I won't be able to help you out with this." The next week Big John was gone and this dude had me on the schedule for 47 hours and cut me down to 2.

When I came in to get my last paycheck, he tells me that I had to turn my shirts in because they were company property. This is not true because I had to pay for them. But just to humor him, I said "Hold on a second!" I went out to my truck, reach in the bed and pulled out one of the shirts. It was soaked with oil and dripping wet 'cause it was raining. I walked back in with the shirt in hand and plopped the big mess in his hand and said "'eff you very much! Have a good day!"

That was not one of my most proudest moments.

reeltrouble1

So there I was, stuck at the Golden Arches on Saturday night, standing at the counter with my #2 pencil, order pad, mechanical register and burger hat. It was not all bad as I played the events of a few days before with a new young lady named Rita over in my mind, a tight redhead, she being the first aggressive lass to ever stick her tongue down my throat, but that is another story.

So around 9 that night in walks Mr. A-hole, drunk and wanting to make funnies, he orders a cheesburger and says hold the cheese, burger boy. I ask him if he thinks that funny, he says not as funny as that pointy hat you have on, ha-ha.

So I slide my **** over the stainless counter, hit the floor moving and body slam him, now this is an old Mickie D's, no eating area, I keep driving forward, smacking down his face, and kneeing his nut sack, we hit the giant plate glass window full force and bust right through it, glass is everywhere. They have a rent-a-cop in the little lobby area who is pulling me off my new friend, neither of us cut to bad from the window, but there is blood and some inapporpriate language from me about what was funny now.

Well no suprise the cops come and dont have much empathy for either of us, however, as we are both minors they call our parents who come and take us away (things were different back then). Also no suprise, I was no longer a candidate for the School of Hamburgerology but in the big picture things seemed to have worked all right.

Oh yea, Rita went on to hairdresser school, I got with her one more time before she dumped me for a buddy who had a car and a driver's license. Mckie D's still owes me 23.00 gross pay. 20 hours at a 1.15 per hour.

RT1

George Grand

These are the kind of stories I'm looking for. Well done Reel and Jstas.

heiney9

I had a buddy (casual acquaintance) who started a CD only store back in the mid-late 80's when CD's were in their infancy. They carried Imports, bootlegs and hard to find stuff as well as the top 100, etc. That was back in my days selling audio so I decided to work part time for him just to get the discs at cost, plus I could refer people to the store I worked for as sell them some audio equipment. A pretty good gig.

I had a key, access to the alarm, bank deposits, etc. Well the drawer kept coming up short and cd's went missing, odd alarm disarming times were logged (we all had the same access code-stupid on his part). He got it in his head it was me. No proof whatsoever, the **** just figured it had to be me since the others that worked there had been there a lot longer.

So I come into work one day and he tells me it's no longer working out, he has too many on staff and that he will mail me my last check (all of $85). I was pissed because the way he said it made me believe something else was going on. I had no prior knowledge money and cd's were missing.

I find out later from another associate (a good friend who worked there too) that the owner had set up a hidden video camera shortly after he fired me and caught another employee coming in after hours stealing. He confronted him and he confessed to all of it. The associate told me the owner thought it was me and that's why he fired me.

I never got an apology and I never shopped at the store again. The **** is another state now and I don't have to run into him around town anymore.

H9

Fireman32

I was only fired once from a job. This was many years ago I was working as an EMT for a private ambulance company in NJ. Lou worked there with me. I was dispatching at the time and we had a bad storm come through and it knocked out the power and the phone system. I called the boss on a cell phone (which still were the big handheld bricks at the time) and let him know the situation. Being that we ran transport for the neonatal and peds unit at the hospital he told me to keep a rig there on standyby. I call the hospital and gave them the cell phone number to call instead if they had a transport. I also called all the main clients to advise then of the situation and had it well under control.

Fast foward 2 hours and the crew that was at the hospital needed to come back to do a crew change and get supplies. They came back and the boss walks in and flips out saying that I dont know what im doing and then i am fuc$#ing worthless and to get out. I again tried to explain that I had it all under control and by then the power was back on anyway and we were back to normal. He did not was to listen and told me to get the fu*k out. I left and went home. As soon as I get home the hospital calls me about a run and I told them I was fired but the power was back and to call the office.

The next day the owner called me in and told me I was not fired and I can come back to work. I said sorry I am done I will not be talked to like that by anyone.

Well needless to say the company got sold the boss who fired me tried to start another ambulance company but failed. So it worked out for the best.

(oh yea the owners wife was caught banging one of the employess in the dispatch office)

ohskigod

Fireman32 wrote: »

I was only fired once from a job. This was many years ago I was working as an EMT for a private ambulance company in NJ. Lou worked there with me. ..........The next day the owner called me in and told me I was not fired and I can come back to work. I said sorry I am done I will not be talked to like that by anyone.

Well needless to say the company got sold the boss who fired me tried to start another ambulance company but failed. So it worked out for the best.

(oh yea the owners wife was caught banging one of the employess in the dispatch office)

every word true, boy does THAT take me back.....LOL

George Grand

You, and the owners wife?

Fireman32

George Grand wrote: »

You, and the owners wife?

No George it wasn't me. Even though she was pretty she had a voice that was worse then nails on a chalkboard. It was one of the drivers. I did walk in on them though but I just turned around and left.

nspindel

I wish I had a firing story with some flair to it, but I don't. I do, however, have a good story about quiting with flair....

My first year of college, I went to a school with a tri-mester schedule. Which meant we had a vacation from just before Thanksgiving until just after New Years. Perfect time to get a short-term job during Christmas season.

This was back in 1986 when the chain store "Bradlees" was still around. I was into music back then too, so I applied for a job in the record and tape department. They hired me, told me to show up for work in two days.

So I show up on my first day, 18 years old, to find out that someone had quit, and they did not need me to work in the record department, but instead they needed me in Health & Beauty Aids....

To make matters worse, day 2 on the job was day 1 of the H&BA department manager's vacation. So now, I'm the acting manager of H&BA at the lovely neighborhood Bradlees.

So there I am stocking shelves, and a woman who weighed about as much as a small automobile came waddling her way down the aisle towards me, wearing what looks like a king-size bed sheet with a hole in the middle, stops about 15 feet away from me, and shouts "EXCUSE ME.... WHERE ARE THE STOOL SOFTENERS???" So I show her over to where the ex-lax is, and she asks rather loudly, "THIS THE ONE THAT'S ON SALE???" I'm thinking, "lady, some things you really shouldn't be skimping on...."

Next day, again, I'm stocking shelves. Another woman walks up to me (to this day, I still can't believe this actually happened to me....) with a box of Masengil in one hand and a box of Summer's Eve in the other, and she asks me "Which one's better???"

So I open both boxes, opened a sample from each one and gave each a good sniff, and gave one back to her and said "This one!"

I walked right out the door, and had a job in Sam Goody's the next day. I don't think I ever even got paid.

George Grand

Nice touch.