Unceremonious Endings

I'm not sure if was fired or if I quit.

Sounds like the beginning of a novel, right? Well, it's not. It's what happened to me today. (Although maybe I'll write a book with that as the opening line. I'm sure all of my faithful readers would buy it and make me rich.)

Friday was supposed to be my last day at Circuit Shitty, but I was alerted by my supervisor, Don "No More Tearsall" Piersall (originator of Tae Kwon Don) that my shift was taken care of. Sorry. Unfortunately that means I'm out $40. That's a full tank of gas. What the hell? I get no explanation. All I was told was to call the store manager, Josh, he of the Nospine-ites. I decided not to call him or go up to the store to talk to him. I figured it was his responsibility to tell me why I didn't have to work my final shift. It seems I may have stolen something. I don't remember doing it. In fact, I can't stomach people who steal. They're like bums. Get a job and pay for it. Honesty and integrity. That's the name of the game, son.

Apparently Josh saw something he didn't like on the security cameras. I have no idea what it could be. All I know is I don't work there anymore. Which is fine by me. It was never that great of a job anyway. The only thing that makes me nervous is what the status of my termination will be. Was I fired or did I quit? I don't know.

The other thing that bothers me is that Josh used Don, a person I respect and enjoy being around, as his little lackey mouthpiece. I figure if he (Josh) has an issue he should talk to me like a respectful human being would. Now I know respect is not taught in school these days (no offense to you school teachers), but it's not being taught at home either. Everyone wants to take the easy way out, even if it means being a complete douche.

The way this job ended sort of summed up my entire work experience at Circuit City (which, by the way, may be bought by Blockbuster. Desperation? They don't think so. They still have half a billion dollars in the bank.) I feel like I was being shit on from day one. It only got worse when I moved to the warehouse. The people I worked with were great, mostly. Managers and supervisors were almost universally shitty. I could go on forever about this place but I feel like I would bore most of you. So my mantra to make it through every day was, "Paycheck. Paycheck. Paycheck. I work with Straightback and Katie. Paycheck." Not exactly a job you want to keep forever, let alone four years.

I think I'll end this post the opposite way I ended my employment.

Enjoy!