I hate getting laid off @ 3:30 in the afternoon.

[Nevada]

Ya know, it's bad enough getting laid off from a job you were just talking about needing to get out of because it was sapping all of your creativity and interest in the profession. So why do they have to add insult to injury by letting you sit there all day at work before coming up to you at 3:30 p.m. and saying "we need to talk"? What's worse is they didn't even wait until my supervisor was in town... no he had one of his underlings do it for him and had that person tell me that he wished he could of done it himself. Brilliant. Thanks.

If they're going to lay people off, they should leave notes on their computer at 8 a.m. so when they came in at 9, they'd know they were fucked and could just get it over with and go back home to bed.

[Charissa]

when I first read this I thought it said "I hate getting laid at 3:30 in the afternoon" and I was going to say... damn, you must be getting laid a LOT to complain about what TIME you are getting it.

heh.

Celebrate! Do something creative! This could be the start of something amazing!!!

[Clackamas]

That sucks, but at least they had a human tell you. I worked for a company once that laid us all off with a note taped to the locked front door. All of our personal stuff was in boxes around the corner where a very disinterested security guard was keeping an eye on it for us.

[[deleted user]]

bwaaaaa

so donald's second or third did the coiled cobra you're fired thing?

that's priceless

he's sorry he couldn't fire you in person?

not to worry, with those sort of management skills the boss will tank himself before long
and his little puppet who was too weak willed to say...uh...no boss i'm not going to do your dirty work for you is a double coward

your better off out of there, they're idiots and human slime with no sense of decency

but yah-too bad you couldn't sleep in
hopefullly the day's pay will make you feel better

i always know when i've got to go in a job
when i get that anxiety dread feeling at the thought of going to work i've been there too long

i don't make myself tough it out anymore because it's just not worth the psychic stress

[Amanda]

Seriously, I've been trying to get fired for 3 years. Why do you think I spend all day on Goodreads???

I'm sorry you had to spend all day working when you could have been out to lunch with your friends after having only just woken up at 11:30. That does bite! But think about it--you'll have a happy little unemployment check just waiting for you to "earn" by spending hours of your time watching television. Better than quitting...

But not better than getting laid.

[Catamorandi]

I got fired once. It devastated me for quite a while. Then I started getting angry. She called me (at least it was in the morning). As far as I am concerned, that was the coward's way out. It is a lot better to talk to them in person, so I could defend myself in a better manner. It is hard to carry on a "screw you" conversation over the phone. She was a lousy boss anyway. She kept telling me I was wrong when everyone else I was working with said that I was right. She was basically a bitch.

[Reads with Scotch]

I work for a company that makes billions in profits every year. They are currently undergoing "Strategic reconfiguration" (Laid off hundreds). But they want everyone to feel really happy about it, and they don't understand why everyone is upset... Umm... could it be that you now have 10 people doing what a year ago 40 people were doing? Could it be that everyone is afraid their next... Screw the man.

[Jason]

Not really a hater comment, but it's on topic...

Just found out my job is over at the end of the month, so I'm not getting fired per se. When I found this out on Friday, it combined with my soul crushing depression over a girl and I spent the weekend in a drunken haze. Sunday night, though, I got particularly plastered and here's where the hate enters. I hate waking up at 10 am still wasted, forgetting that you told yourself you weren't going to work today and then going anyway, still wasted, and when you show up you suddenly realize you're fucking wasted and everyone knows and your boss actually uses the phrase "you're blotto" which you'd never heard outside of comic books. Then you spend a couple hours groaning, pushing paper around until they tell you to piss off ("I'm already pissed!") and go to sleep. I guess it doesn't really matter, though, since I'm losing my job. fuck. i need a whiskey...