Feb 28, 2012 16:56
So... yeah. Lost my job. I'm mostly okay about it now, but I know writing about it would really help.
I am honestly not sure how it happened, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't see some messy end coming to this job, anyway.
Essentially I was trying to move 25 mailboxes a week, like I had been asked. And even though Joe had personally asked me to do that much (and it was hard to do, with all the work people threw on me), it suddenly wasn't enough and they were expecting me to do 25 a day, instead.
It was around then that they called in a new guy - I guess he was the Project Manager - and I got a really bad vibe from him straight away. I don't know how to explain it. All I know is that, off the bat, he was ridiculously friendly to everyone, and somehow I knew that something bad was going to happen, and it involved him.
Sure enough, this guy was there for exactly a week when he fired me. He told me I hadn't been calling the customers and took my keys. I wasn't really sure how to respond to that. I knew I had been calling the customers (it was something I had to do after every single move, not really something I can forget). The worst part was that this guy acted like his day was ruined. What an ass.
I've had a lot of trouble in the last week since it happened (mostly regarding finances, and having enough money to make rent), but, assuming I'm not sleeping in the snow next week, I think I will be fine. My case manager and I are already working toward a new job, and hopefully some training so I'm not a throwaway employee for the next company.
Aside from that, the only other problem is that thanks to there being no work to tire me out, I am seriously restless and can't sleep at night. Arggh.
--Kiki
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