This is my first time writing in my journal, to be honest this is my first "blog" ever. I guess way back when I used to update my website on those very infrequent occasions that could of constituted a blog, but I guess that's neither here nor there. Look at me, I'm already rambling.This is my first time writing in my journal, to be honest this is my first "blog" ever. I guess way back when I used to update my website on those very infrequent occasions that could of constituted a blog, but I guess that's neither here nor there. Look at me, I'm already rambling.
So on Wednesday afternoon at my lovely job at Allen Foods I receive an email asking me if I have some time for a meeting (between 10 and 11AM) on Friday with the head of IT. So I go and talk to him face to face, and say 10:30 is fine. I forwarded the email to my good friend Bill, who also works in IT. When he saw the email the next day he told me he got basically the same request, except his meeting was today.
After he gets back, he gives me the gist of his meeting. "They basically asked if I wanted my job. (Bill is also a part-time cook. It's his real passion.) I told them yes, they then asked me if I liked my job and I told them 'no'. " He then gave them a list of reasons why.
A little back story, Bill and I have different bosses, but both of our bosses are "friends". Ben (Bill's Boss) is assistant pastor at some born-again christian church. Ben got Chuck (my boss) his job at Allen Foods because Chuck attended Ben's church. While Ben is often at work he's studying to be a full-time pastor. While Chuck is often at work he's either designing some shitty Flash for any of his side projects, or he's playing a game called PocketTanks. Bill and I aren't very religious, and during some of their christian rants we've told them off many times. They've told Bill he's going to hell on many occasions.
We hate them, with a passion.
Anyway, back to the issue at hand. Now that Bill has had his meeting I feel a little more comfortable. Mike Kyle (the director of IT) is just going to ask me some question about my job, and how to improve it. So Friday rolls around and I make a nice little list of problems, and head to Mike's office at 10:30. I tell him I'm ready, and he asks "How are you doing?" (This should of been my first clue.) I tell him "I'm fine, a little tired, but fine." So he walks out of his office and leads the way.
I overhear him say, we're going to Jerry's (the HR director) office, and I say "Oh, it's going to be one of those kind of meetings." To which he replies "What?" and I say "Nothing."
And then that was it, I got the same old story "We're making cutback, things have been slow" and then I got the boot. No severance, no two weeks, nothing. So for the second time in three years I got laid off.
The best part of all of it is I scheduled my own lay-off. All and all, it was the most fitting way to end my employment at Allen Foods.