Results tagged “You're Fired” from Job Swill

I used to be a receptionist in an office and then moved up to an assistant position. For a while, it seemed like we had a rotation of temps in the position after me, who either didn't want the job, or who just weren't the right fit.

Unfortunately for me, that meant that I was constantly being pulled back up to the front desk to train every new person that showed up, even though it was no longer a part of my job description.

Finally, I passed along the resume of a girl whom I had known in college. We weren't really friends--more acquaintances really and had simply lived in the same dorm at one point in time.

Needless to say, I trained her and determined that I would finally wash my hands of the whole reception situation. I was so happy that she would be the new go-to gal from here on out.

I answered an ad in my local paper for a "Customer Service" position at a dry cleaners place. 2 weeks after I was there, the owner asked if I wanted to learn the bookkeeping because their receptionist was going on maternity leave. They already had a bookkeeper who worked there part-time, so I said I would try it. They never told me I had to learn how to do the payroll, something I have never learned to do, let alone their bookkeeping was pretty bad. The pregnant gal that was training me was a real bitch and not very helpful. I was fired 1 day after my birthday (I was there for exactly 1 month). 2 days later, they changed the ad in the paper to "Office Coordinator". I always thought that dry cleaner place was a reputable place, but the workers like to pocket the money no matter what the amount if they find it in customers clothing.

(Posted by Anonymous)

He's about to be fired, which is a very good thing. Billy Budd (Editor's note: name has been changed) from Newport Rhode Island, I honestly pray you are reading this, in fact, I'm going to send the link to this page when your ass is finally gone. How did you lie your way past the interview at my beloved company? How the hell did you manage to keep your job for almost a full year by doing almost nothing? You were sup-par at best as a entry-level analyst, yet you were hired as senior-level and got paid more than me, and I had to train you. Which would have been ok, but you never showed an ounce of initiative or drive and this pisses me off more than anything. 'Here's a position full of opportunity and pays you more than you deserve' your answer? 'no, i don't want it, i'm going to piss it away instead and make all my co-workers hate me.'

You are the laziest, most worthless person I have had to work with--ever. That's counting Burger king when I was 19. No exaggeration dude, live with that fact.

You love to blame other people for your shortcomings, especially me. Oh did you ever love to blame me for all the crap you screwed up on. how is it that people I gave half the training I gave you , went 10 times farther? Yet you look at me like i'm the bad guy because you weren't spoon-food every little detail like a whiny little 13 year old needy bitch?

I used to work for a music PR firm in midtown and my boss, who was also the company founder, was a complete pyscho. The type who would breeze into the office no earlier than 1pm and then scream at us for not doing things she never asked us to do. She also had a considerable coke habit (dealers used to come to the office to make deliveries), which may have contributed to her paranoid delusions.

One evening after I'd left work, she went on my computer and read all the emails in my sent file. When she found several pitches I'd sent editors seeking freelance writing assignments (to supplement the pathetic "salary" she paid me), she assumed that I was doing publicity for my own clients using her resources and contacts - which was an absolutely absurd accusation. She stuck to her assumption that Monday morning however, when she fired me and went so far as to accuse me of planning to start my own PR firm to compete with her and steal her business.

(Posted by Anonymous)

So I was working at my glamorous new job as a bookseller when we got in a new book called the "Dictionary of Corporate Bullshit." Of course, having been through two vastly different but still idiotic corporate worlds before deciding retail was amazingly more honest about it's negative aspects, it piqued my interest.

Flipping through, I found the entry for "fired" where the book proclaims that it's actually really hard to get fired because of the possibility of lawsuits, so usually companies just make your life miserable so that you quit on your own.

Really? Is THAT what they were doing? I must be just too stubborn for my own good because I've been fired not once but TWICE. Not only that but at two consecutive jobs, both of which lasted only a month or a week shy of a full year. Did I mention they were my first full time jobs since graduating college?

Yeah, bitter isn't always a strong enough word for the emotions that come up when I think about the whole thing. But it makes sense in a way, because a lesser person would never have put up with the stack of indignities I faced.

The first job was a glorified receptionist at a hotel. Here I am with a Bachelor's Degree, fresh out of a liberal arts college with a major in film and photography, and I'm answering the phone and taking credit card numbers from people who don't speak English. It was thrilling.

When I took the job, it was after being promoted from within, so I knew a lot about the position, having dealt with the person who occupied it for months. She had her own office, she was in charge of things, she got things done, she didn't have to wear a uniform.

Ok, so here's my "firing" story. I haven't forgotten it for 5 years it was so bad, so please, please, let me have this book.

The year: 2001.

The job: "Volunteer" editorial assistant. I was a few years out of school, and I was having trouble getting a job on a magazine, so I called a small magazine and asked if I could work for free.

Job tasks:

--opening mail during the Anthrax scare. I was scared and wore gloves and a mask. (Don't laugh; we were all paranoid, remember?)
--walking a mile to their old office to get their mail. Every week. No cab or bus fare provided.
--carrying a package so heavy it almost delimbed me.
--cleaning out bookcase of editor who gave me the evil eye the entire time.

The result from all my hard work?: Rarely did a thank-you ever escape their lips. Never got even a stipend.

Funniest moment (but only in hindsight): My editor asked me if I could refrain from wearing "the ER getup" while opening letters. A camera crew was coming in to film them.

I love my job because I got to fire my evil arch enemy.

(Posted by Anonymous)

Picture an extremely small town in Texas, Lorenzo. The Lorenzo City Counsel was hiring one City Manager and two clerks. That was the entire office. I was married into a prominent family at the time and the city counsel decided I would be the first clerk they would hire. The City Manager was hired next. He was a terminated police officer from another small town.....a total Idiot. There comes along a lovely, incredibly competitive woman for Clerk #2. She hated me.

It was noticed by all that the Clerk #2 and Manager began flirting around. They were both married to other people, of course.

As the City Manager (Rick) was an Idiot, he thought he could re-do the City budget and give Clerk #2 (Trish was her name) a sudden raise in salary. When I confronted him, he said it was used as a promotion to Trish and a demotion to me. Note that I was a very quiet person, but smart and a good worker. I was to do any job that required Math as Trish never finished High School. I am serious.

I worked for a "cocunut" family who owned a veterinary clinic.

The father was a veterinarian as well as his middle son. then we had the mother who did all the paperwork. The youngest worked as an assistant in the back with the doctors and finally the older brother, he was the so called the "boss". He had no skills but his mother thought the world of him.

While he would be sitting down I would walk by him and drop a few chips or pieces of little papers on his head. He would walk around serving clients and all of a sudden he would tilt his head the papers or chips would fall, he used to get very upset at me and would tell me to stop it. (I didn't).

Anyhoos after a few months of this he finally said enough and sent me packing in his letter he said that I did not show professionalism at work. Funny, I now work in a Deputy Minister's office.

(Posted by Michelle)

i worked at a high powered hollywood agency, this is back in 2002 , before MOST people were blogging, maybe even you miu.

well, i used my blog as a journal for my big move to LA to work for said agency and blogged every party, every rumor, idea, random story and musing on my life.

my friends read it and loved, but no one at the agency knew.

i started blogging about how much i hated my boss (now a high powered agent) and after he and i got into a disagreement, i left and wrote a rant about how much i hated him.

i got on a really powerful agent's desk and was fired going down in a blaze of glory. the blog address was revealed and sent around the agency. i'm pretty sure i was blackballed for about 6 months cause i could not get a job.

i rebounded...learned alot, but that was hilarious and i'm a legend at that agency. people liked me cause my work spoke for itself, i was a hard worker, but i'm reknowned for my mouth, loud, sarcastic, obnoxious, unique.

(Posted by Anonymous)

I was recently fired from my job at a major bank. The fact is, the whole incident was totally my fault. I had a crush on "Mark'' (think Ryan Phillippe's slightly older brother) for the last year, and jumped at every opportunity to work with him. We were both assigned to a branch promotion, and had to come up with some type of event for our wealthier clients (who cares about the poor ones, right).

We had tried to work on the projects during office hours, but working in a busy branch like ours, it was extremely hard to find the time. So Mark suggested that we work one night after banking hours. I was up for it. I mean anything to let me spend some more time with Mark - why the hell not.

So we end up staying one evening, and work steadily for the first hour or so. Mark finds a bottle of wine that was in our storage room from a previous bank function, and we decide to open it. We don't get overtime, so consider this our bonus. Well, we end up getting a bit tipsy, and one thing leads to another, and we end up having sex in the ATM room.

Two days later, Mark and I are called into our managers office, and he informs us that we are both fired. Security had reviewed the video tape (we honestly didn't even think of that), because there had been a discrepancy in the ATM balancing from that day. Well needless to say, I have never been so embarrassed in my life.

And guess what, Mark never spoke to me again after that day. I was such an idiot.

(Posted by Anonymous)

I was fired from Champps restaurant for sexually harassing a woman. A 300lb woman. This is really exciting because I am married and a mother of two. Obviously my boss did not like me. She claimed this by telling the other woman that her parents where difficult and this created a hostile work environment and that constituted sexual harrassment. This job does not go on my resume.

(Posted by Anonymous)

Editors Note: Huh?

Last year I had my knee replaced because of a bone tumor that had previously destroyed my femur and knee. I was 37 at that time, many healthy years ahead after this set back, but not to my "company". 2 weeks after my surgery when I was at home recovering, I get a "Friday" morning call saying they didn't need me any longer and that they were phasing out my position. So, on top of recovering, PT on my leg, and no job I had to fret on how I was going to find a new job when I couldn't even drive myself anywhere. Thank God for unemployment and my family. 3 months later I landed a wonderful job with wonderful folks and hope my other company burns in tax hell somewhere.

(Posted by T.L.)

Back during the last gasp of the dot com era, the company I worked for hired a very pricey "Program Manager", even though the company was bleeding money, she appeared to know nothing about the Web or how software worked or how humans worked. She was in the office for about 2 months before rumors started circulating about layoffs. The official management position was that we were as lean as we could be without compromising customer support.

One Friday morning, I come into work and see that I've been invited to a meeting at 11:00AM. I go into the meeting along with the rest of the office and this Program Manager comes into the room. She's all smiles and energy and I'm thinking "hey, maybe we get to find out what this woman actually does."

She says "Hi, my name is E.C., and if you have not met me yet (which none of us had), I'm the Program Manager for the US office. The reason why I've called this meeting is to tell you that if you are here in this room, you still have a job."

In August 2004, I had been working for a start-up software company for about a year. I had recently changed positions and taken on responsibility for coordination and management of all marketing materials, and had begun developing new online marketing programs. I had just renegotiated my contract, moving from a base+commission structure to a base+bonus structure. All seemed to be going well - after all, the successful contract renegotiation would seem to imply that they are committed to keeping me on, no?

I was married over Labor Day weekend, 2004, and took a fabulous 2-week honeymoon to Australia. The second day I was home, I received a meeting invite to join a conference call with my manager and her boss, and the conversation went something like this:

"Hey, how was the wedding?"
"Oh, it was fabulous, it was really everything we wanted!"
"And the honeymoon was good? Good trip?"
"Absolutely, Australia was just amazing."
"Great, glad to hear that. Listen, we did some restructuring while you were away and, um, we're going to be laying you off."
"..."
"So, we've just e-mailed you some details on your severance and everything. We're giving you two months' pay, which we think is pretty generous, really."
"And, um, when is this change taking effect?"
"Oh, well, you know, this week. Today."

And that was that - I was out of a job.

(Posted by Anonymous)

I had a job my senior year in high school, working at a high-profile dry cleaners in an affluent, upscale part of town. I was the only minority in the entire staff of 4 which included myself. We alternated weeks working together in staffing of 2-3 people, 2 people on Saturdays. The owner was also included in the total number of staff, so approximately every 2 weekends I worked alone with him. One or two days a week, he would be on staff, while other days, it would just be all of us women.

The owner was a real asshole. He had the other two women who worked there, afraid of him. I could not understand it for the life of me. What were they afraid of? He hardly ever spoke to anybody, ever. When he did, it was intense, hushed tones. He had greasy slicked back grayed hair, a steak fry for a mustache and he was only nice and friendly to the rich customers. He would roll his eyes if something wasn't done right and would snatch items from you if he perceived you were doing something wrong. I did not see this as worthy of being afraid of, but I did see it worthy of copping an attitude myself. If he snatched from me, I would look at him crazy like I was gonna slap him bald. The other two ladies would avert eye contact with him and walked around in total fear. They would never laugh and avoided socializing. They always seemed nervous, all due to the asshole who never spoke.

When it would be us ladies working, we would have fun! We would turn up the radio and dance around and laugh. We still got the job done and done well. Its a dry cleaners for goodness sake! All we did was sort, collect money and send clothes out. The cleaning plant was in another part of the city. The other two ladies would always mention how grateful they were to have a job working there. Why? We made peanuts for pay and the boss was a real jerk! I had a second job to keep my pockets lined and these two women were much older than me as I was still in high school. When the owner was around, we were only allowed to listen to talk radio, and only very low. The other two ladies never laughed and would "shush" me when I would crack a joke. He was like the quiet tyrant. I could not understand it. He struck no fear in me and I rued the weekends I had to work with him. 6 hours of no human contact with my boss, who would be standing there with me, never looking at me, talking to me or even acknowledging me until I did something wrong (i.e. something he felt he could do better). What is so scary about someone who avoids you?

Before returning (gratefully) to grad school, I worked a series of menial retail jobs...somehow falling into bridal sales as my specialty. I did an 8 month stint at David's Bridal (horrors!) before jumping ship to what I thought was a cushy, snooty high-end salon where I wouldn't have to bust my balls for a 500 dollar sale. The short version of this story is that I was fired from said snooty salon for having ethics. The long form follows below:

I began work at "Jillian's" (not their real name) in August of 2003. "Jillian" herself was an eighty-year old who still wore mini-skirts...are you familiar with the type? Nouveau -riche trashiness exemplified. She was insufferable. But I took big grains of salt every morning before I left for work and grinned and bore it because I wasn't working nearly as hard as I did at David's.

I should say right now that my position was sales associate. Nothing higher. I made 8 bucks an hour with a 2 percent commission on every sale. I was not a big cheese. I was also repeatedly told I should do something with my hair, given shoes that were more "appropriate" and used as an example by Jillian to motivate her poor daughter to lose weight. (yick, is all I can say to that one) When I wore skirts, extr effort was made to tell me how "nice" I looked, and when I succumbed and got my hair highlighted? The fawning, oh my god the fawning! (and it looked awful on me, my husband hated it and my friends made fun of me) This job began to really beat me down.

In October of 2003, a friend from David's came in to look at dresses and I helped her to find a dress that literally made her gasp. She plunked down the half deposit with no hesitation whatsoever. It was a beautiful dress. A beautiful 2800 dollar dress.

Time went by. Carrie's wedding was scheduled for August. It was common practice at the bridal salon to hold onto people's money for as long as possible before they placed the orders. So I know for a fact that they did not place the order until late November.

Around March, Carrie starts calling with cold feet about the dress. It wasn't the type of dress she expected to fall in love with, why is it taking so long, can she back out, etc. I sidestepped her issues because at this point there wasn't much she could do, the order was placed, she was responsible for the dress.

More time goes by. She calls some more, I evade, she calls, I evade.

I was hired at a law firm on Long Island which deals with horribly boring no-fault law, and was employed for almost 6 months (12 days shy of 6 months to be exact). During my stay there, 9 out of 9 partners are men, their criteria for hiring new attorneys was: if ugly need not apply, and every single female attorney who has worked there long enough to make it to being considered for partner, has been fired for some obscene reason (like they used all their vacation days instead of coming to work). Also, the affairs the partners had with female workers (either attorneys or secretaries) was rampant and so obvious.

So, during my first few months I really enjoyed it. The work was boring, but since it was new to me, I enjoyed learning it. Then after a few more months, I realized that the work was dreadfully boring, but I always did my best. However, to my amazement, and almost everyone else's, I was "let go" on March 7, 2006 because my work was not "up to par" . The reason was so vague and basically unimportant because I knew the truth, which was that I had almost reached the 6 month mark (which means that after 6 months, they must pay you unemployment), and since I wasn't sleeping with any of the partners, and I was single and young, there was no point in keeping me.

I truly believe that if I was sleeping with one of the partners, I never would have been "let go of". Also, I believe that if I was fat and ugly I also would not have been let go. But, because I am young, single and attractive and not sleeping with any of them, it was something that pissed all the partners off~ none of them could "get me". Also, I believe that I fired because I did not "kill" myself to make my hours. All in all, I say that to every woman seeking a law job on Long Island, stay away from any large firm on Long Island where all the partners are males~ as a female you will not be promoted, and its a sick men's club.

(Posted by Anonymous)

I got fired in April '05 from a restaurant I worked at for 3 years. I was at the time the Office Manager and Head Hostess. I did a lot of shit within a 5 week time frame I should've gotten fired for, but alas, it was something I didn't even do. So it goes like this:

1. At weekly inventory counts performed Sunday nights that another Manager and I, along with 3 employees performed, we would play poker and drink the restaurant's liquor and beer. This would go on from 1am til 4am. My boss had an idea something was up when the liquor/beer counts did reconcile to him being out of vodka and heineken in the morning. Anyways, he found out when an my assistant helped one night and ended up telling him. The other manager and I were banned from the inventory counts (oh no!) and he performed them himself in the morning. We got a big lecture on how we were bad examples and drinking the profits, probably true.

2. For my ethics class, I had to write a 20 page paper on an ineffective organization. Me, being smart and lazy, decided to write it about my restaurant. Well, it took a week to write during which I worked on it at work (stupidest idea ever). I had thought I erased it from the computer but it was found a week later. Everyone read every nasty, critical, unflaterring comment I had made about them. Stupid me, I also did not change anyone's names. Now it's funny cuz I can see everyone with a copy in their hands reading it going "this is what she thinks of us?" but back then it was sad.I tried to quit, but my boss kept me on. I have never apologized or felt so bad about a thing about in my life.

Well my last boss and his supervisor tried to get me fired, by going to the head of the company and telling them that I had both nipples and a down below piercing. I absolutely do not, they were just trying anything to get me out of there. It is 3 years later and I am at the best job with the best bosses.

(Posted by Anonymous)