TECH - How To Lose Your Job...

FATHACK that is*****ing hilarious!!!

 

Ha Ha Ha...I could tell ya LOTSA stories about that place, Mike...

...like how I came to be called a "psychotic loose cannon"!!

 

Here is what I did.

I went to the owner and asked why the business development manager has not had a new customer prospect for over 1-1/2 years.

They when things slow down. they lay me off, and keep the a**hole that couldnow and would not go out and get new business. He just spent his time causing trouble and******** everyone off.

Then, after I am gone (6 years, and worked my way up to operations manager, he is promoted to VP.........

Better for me, I hated the guy, and the owner, who was a great guy, but thought he needed to change to be succesful, changed into the same**** as the business dev manager......

Now I am trying to start my own business........

That means I have a bigger a**hole for a boss,,,,, me...

 

After reading this post. My*****py**** job doesnt seem so bad. But i work for a school district in CA so i might be adding to this post in the near future.

 

No have your girlfriend/Fiance call you at work and tell you that she knows you are cheating because shes looking at a phone bill and doesnt know whos number it is,so you must be and threaten to leave you and take all your*****..piss you off so much you rip the phone from the wall throw it about 50 ft and almost take out one of your mechanics,say a few choice cuss words,walk out the door in the middle of your shift and leave the parts dept without a manager...That did it for me!! Was a nice comfy job that paid $25 hr...And in the end I lost the job and the***** got it all anyways!! Women and Jobs*****!!!

 

I ran a body shop with it's owner...and I mean ran as in I did anything that needed to be done...for 6 years. I should have been a partner...I started out with the owner by answering a want ad for a "general paint/bodywork helper needed...." in the local paper, & from that and not much more than a 1 1/2 car garage it eventually blossomed into a 10,000 sq. ft. building with a rack and a booth and 5 employees. It's all about timing. I was multi-talented in the ways of autos, always eager to learn new things, and looking for a part time job, and my boss was starting a business. I could do light mechanical work, body work, paint, collision damage, you name it. I even went and got State-Certified in collision. He just stood back and let me do my thing. His "thing" was paint, and that was it. I helped move the "shop" from 3 buildings, 3 times. Eventually he hired (many) body guys, and (several) paint guys, but in the end, I was still there, waiting to pick up the slack. "So-and-So didn't show up AGAIN today for work, can you paint these three by 5 PM?" Timing was everything to him, but all the while I was going to college. I worked for $9 an hour doing everything from frame straightening to portering cars, painting to bodywork, even office computer set-ups. I showed the boss how to work the crash estimating system. I told him two years before I graduated that I had absolutely no intention of staying there after college, and he knew my plans well. He was nice as hell to me and let me work on projects of mine after hours and on weekends. I knew he was getting off cheap at $9 an hour, but comission (What the other guys worked for) was too unpredictable for me. I quit at one point over some sort of dis-agreement we had, and he called a few months later and offered me a job again and gave me a 3 dollar raise. At the time I was delivering parts for NAPA at about $7 an hour.

If he didn't make enough money to pay us all because of a particularly slow week, he went without a paycheck first. We always had a paycheck. I ended up leaving after I landed a job in corporate America. No regrets, no apologies. We're still friends.

Then I had an******** slam into me on the freeway while I was stopped for traffic...he was doing about 50, & smashed into the back of my car. I called my old boss to see if he could help me out, and he said if I ordered all the parts and had them sent there to the shop, I could use his rack to pull my car back into shape. I took him up on the offer, and in less than a week I had pulled out my car, replaced the parts, and painted it. No charge by him. I hardly saw him, as I still had the keys to the place. I did the work alone, on my own time and all. He thought it was totaled when I brought it in and said it looked "pretty good" when I pulled the wrinkles out of it & painted it. (He was surprised I saved it from death.) I drove the car for over a year afterwards, and eventually sold it to my neighbor
(who had seen the damage first-hand.)

A year later he went out of business & sold off everything. I hear he now works for the company that bought him out. Coincidence? Maybe. The bottom line is that the people who care often move on to bigger and better things. The people that don't make life miserable for the ones that do. My old boss and I believed in growing a business. Sacrifices have to be made. For me it meant a crummy paycheck & a learning experience, for my boss it was loosing someone who cared. The problem was, all the people that we encountered along our way were only interrested in a paycheck...and sometimes, even that wasn't enough.

Now I'm stuck in a "Dilbert" world, and "Office Space" is a script written by people who obviously have observed my day-to-day goings on at SBC. (Stopped Brewing Coffee - they took that away from us 2 years ago)...The dilbert cartoon was started by a dis-gruntled ex-telephone company worker, by the way.
I'm looking for other means of capitol at this point, but I'll never forget my experiences with a small business owner and what it takes to run a buisiness now-a-days.

This is long-winded, I'm sure, but the bottom line for me is:
Don't burn your bridges.

 

ive had it with working for other people... im directing
my white hot rage and contempt at starting my own business. i can go broke working for some one esle, or i can go broke working for my self. ill take the later.

 

I think I'm just gonna become a pimp....

 

Bust your**** in college working two and three jobs to pay for it.
Land your dream job working for a car magazine.
Work for a***** editor. Get bought out. Get bought out again. Work for a new editor who likes starting fires so the boys upstairs can see him putting out fires.
Work**** off, get promoted to editor. Find out other guy on staff has a THIRD GRADE WRITING LEVEL. Work 20plus hours a day for 9 months. Deal with***** managing editor who wants to be editor (though has no knowledge of cars) and tells you "My job is to break new editors."
Dick boss throws you under bus several times, including telling you "You're right, you're doing exactly what I told you to do, but not what I need you to do, so quit making excuses!"
Go to work for the competition (the only competition left). On last night in building, leave the most realistic looking fake human turd you've ever owned on*****head's desk, on a bed of toilet paper, with a can of Fart Spray emptied in the room, and a note saying "Thanks Jerry, I learned a lot from you."
Smile smuggly the next two years when HIS boss invites you back to the company Christmas party.
Make better money, buy a bigger house and move to a cooler state than former boss does/has/lives in, and mention it every time you see him at a car show.
That*****er is still there, and he's done to two other editors what he did to me. Sit back and enjoy the fact that everyone else who is still there has seen it happen to other guys, and feel totally vindicated because now they're all telling me I was right.
There's a Smart Guy poster in that building, with my face on it.

When***** goes bad (like hating your dream job), it's a sign that something better is going to come--but you do have to go and look for it.
-Brad