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[Nov. 18th, 2007|06:12 am] |
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| | Mos Def - Perfect Timing | ] | Short version? Another job has been vanquished!
Brought over from Facebook:
There's been a few topics on which I thought about writing my first note: Microsoft and Google battling to buy Facebook and pollute our eyes with internet banners; wondering why otherwise intelligent and caring people add to the misery and racism Gypsies and Travellers get from government policy; and others. But I always left it too long after feeling inspired. Well here's a fitting first one: the amusing story of how I, once again, got sacked (it's posible and likely that next year I will enter double figures for the number of jobs I've had).
It was for a few reasons apparently - being late, other people not wanting to work with me because I don't work hard enough (I can't imagine multiple people complaining about that. I may slack but I make a conscious effort not to hurt my co-workers. Anyway, fuck whoever is the source of that rot), and because the manager found me saying bad things about him on Facebook, which I suspect to be the overriding real reason. That's right! You think it can't happen to you, but it can. If you are one of the 30 - 40% of the population who like their job.. well I suppose you won't be complaining on here about it, so there's no risk. I don't know what exactly he read, as it will have been at least some weeks ago and I am drawing a blank, but apparently I called him a wanker and a bastard and said I was leaving soon. Which is true. I was going to give them a weeks notice tonight (I am polite). I did not need to bother. So that was nice.
I'm not even sure of the legality of letting someone go because they called you a name, and not to your face no less. Even the best employer (which this bloke was certainly not) should know their employees are going to occasionally slag them off. He said it was because it was "where other people could see it," too. Well evidently, since he was snooping enough to find it. As if it has any bearing on the amount of custom they get, or him doing his job, or that the average patron of that pub would have a clue what Facebook was. Besides all that, if someone who works for you is calling you a wanker, perhaps you should be asking why? What am I doing wrong? Oh and why have we had to hire an almost entirely new workforce in the last two months? Perhaps don't blame the person and make a snap decision based on personal power. Utter lack of respect is why I was planning to quit. They can't even show you enough respect to get your wages right. He said I should have come to him if I had a problem, not written about him on the internet. Well 1) Why can't I do both? Why can't I say what I want to my friends, regardless of the medium? 2) I did do both. I asked countles times to get my wages, politely. Roy told me to bother you and you told me to bother Trish - the only one of that trifecta that seemed to have a clue about how to treat employees. It's totally unorganised bullshit, and I still never got all the hours I was owed. Also Roy had a huge go at me a few weeks ago, uncalled for and disrespectful, for which he never apologised and Andy never stuck up for me about. In fact Andy never showed much politeness or gratitude at all.
So I got my wages and left (it would be interesting to know if he got another person in to fill my shift, or if he just screwed his other employees by sending me home early on a busy night because he was power tripping). I decided to go to As Nature Intended since I was in the area, and have wanted some things for a while. I didn't have my canvas bag with me, so I started thrifty living right there and reclaimed a plastic bag (a clean one) from a bin. It had unopened (and organic!) food in it, some of which was vegan or near. I am quite sure they don't see many skippers in Hale on a Saturday evening. But the bag wasn't strong enough for what I got, so I grabbed a couple out of a council recycling bin (they'll find their way back to recycling, don't worry). The plastic bag bin was the only one not padlocked, thankfully.
So this is probably the least upsetting sacking I've ever gotten, although as I write this I do wonder if I even said what he accuses me of. It felt good though, like that feeling when you got the day off school. I got to spend the evening doing more important things, like talking to my girlfriend, eating a gorgeous falafal and hummus wrap and having an impromptu nap. Employment Sucks. To know I wouldnt have gotten home until 1:30am only made it better.
I don't know how this notes thing works on here, but I realise the manager might find it. If so, I don't care. If you can see this Andy, all I have to say is that the 4 hours I am owed for Wednesday better be there next week. If you all try to screw me I will bring the law in. I'm a social activist and I know my rights, one of which, astonishingly, is being paid for the hours I've worked.
Thanks for reading, this got kind of lengthy. I didn't know who to tag, just people I have worked with before or who I thought might be amused. If you think someone else might be amused, feel free to direct them over.
James.
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And since you LJ types are more hardened to my longer entries, you can have a bit more info. Mos Def was bloody fantastic. I'm working on a review of the night. I think after Christmas I will see if I can get a job in a bookshop, even if its a dirty corporate one, as that sounds like it might be okay. Especially since I am reading more than I watch films now. 2 months of proper freedom, woohoo! And I am really sorry that I have written about this sort of thing so many times before. |
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