funny stories about quitting your job
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Originally Posted by Morris,Sep 26 2006, 01:38 PM
My last job, I gave a year's notice. They asked for two years and I agreed.
(pertinent facts- I had been there 27 years and was a part owner
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(pertinent facts- I had been there 27 years and was a part owner
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In my first "real" job, I worked for a large telecom and hated it. The strategy was all off, and they wound up getting bought by one of their bell offspring (the company should be obvious now!).
This was right after 9/11 so the rumors of layoffs were abound. They offered a voluntary separation package, but I found out they offered more if you got hit in the next round involunarily (why anyone would leave voluntarily in the first round is beyond me).
I started surfing the net overtly all day, mumbling about how much I hated it. I even told my boss if she was ever at odds over who to let go, I would understand.
Anyway, the layoffs came, and I was chosen. I actually got canned by my boss' boss, who really liked me, and he had tears in his eyes. I came into the room smiling, and he said "I have bad news, you are 'at risk' of separation."
I proceeded to comfort him, telling him it's OK and I know how hard this is for him. I told him I understood and that this was actually what I wanted. His tears dried up, and he told me how relieved he was. We then plotted and found all the loopholes that would add money to my severance.
After I left the room, I went back to my cube and did the whole "Jerry Maguire" thing. It was soooo cool.
BTW, I found a job on my first shot (which was tough to do in finance at that time) and actually started my new job while I was still on the old payroll, meaning I had both insurances.
I then got really sick with renal failure and wound up charging the old company's insurance for several months as I elected COBRA at a ridiculous $15 a month.
BTW, this is all true.
This was right after 9/11 so the rumors of layoffs were abound. They offered a voluntary separation package, but I found out they offered more if you got hit in the next round involunarily (why anyone would leave voluntarily in the first round is beyond me).
I started surfing the net overtly all day, mumbling about how much I hated it. I even told my boss if she was ever at odds over who to let go, I would understand.
Anyway, the layoffs came, and I was chosen. I actually got canned by my boss' boss, who really liked me, and he had tears in his eyes. I came into the room smiling, and he said "I have bad news, you are 'at risk' of separation."
I proceeded to comfort him, telling him it's OK and I know how hard this is for him. I told him I understood and that this was actually what I wanted. His tears dried up, and he told me how relieved he was. We then plotted and found all the loopholes that would add money to my severance.
After I left the room, I went back to my cube and did the whole "Jerry Maguire" thing. It was soooo cool.
BTW, I found a job on my first shot (which was tough to do in finance at that time) and actually started my new job while I was still on the old payroll, meaning I had both insurances.
I then got really sick with renal failure and wound up charging the old company's insurance for several months as I elected COBRA at a ridiculous $15 a month.
BTW, this is all true.
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Originally Posted by JonBoy,Sep 25 2006, 01:05 PM
Sorry, Scot. Let me lay it out more plainly.
By the time my third round (from my 7.62mm semi-automatic carbine) crashed through the cubicles around me, everyone was pretty much too busy trying to get away (from the bullets flying through the cubicles, since those suckers can kill you) to have a conversation (with me, the person shooting up the office). Didn't matter to me (I didn't care) - I didn't feel like talking anyways (since I was obviously unhappy, and also leaving).
By the time my third round (from my 7.62mm semi-automatic carbine) crashed through the cubicles around me, everyone was pretty much too busy trying to get away (from the bullets flying through the cubicles, since those suckers can kill you) to have a conversation (with me, the person shooting up the office). Didn't matter to me (I didn't care) - I didn't feel like talking anyways (since I was obviously unhappy, and also leaving).
dont have any crazy stories. sorry.
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