Cheese With Your Whine?
11.01.2005
"I'm going to be blunt,"....…says Bossman on Friday.
“I know you’re looking for another job.”
Well, as a matter of fact I am. He wanted to know how much time they had left with me, how to make the transition smooth, etc. We came up with a plan. Yesterday I had the final interview in Ft. Worth with D company – the job that I really want. I was supposed to have an offer yesterday, but it didn’t happen.
I spent the day over there, and found a cute apartment and an awesome place for the Punkin.
When I didn’t hear back yesterday, I was pretty nervous, but I heard from my recruiter (“S”) that he liked me, but wanted a couple of days to figure out how to structure things for the long term. Doesn’t sound like good news to me.
I actually told Kellie on the way to work, that I thought he was going to fire me today, since I was gone yesterday. Dammit if I wasn’t right.
He comes in and asks if I have a job. I say no. He says, “Well I think we need to make this your last day.”
I thought about staying for a bit and leaving some things neat and tidy, but the more I thought about it, the angrier I got so I left him with this parting thought:
“You should have had the decency to respect the fact that I was going to give you a two weeks notice.”
I had many other choice words I wanted to say, but I left them unsaid.
I’m angry at him, but I’m even more angry at whoever thought it would be okay to call my current employer and tell them that I was looking for a job.
S called a little bit ago and said that she thinks she can get me in at D company as a contract employee until they can get the red tape cut to hire me permanently. I hope so.
In the meantime, I guess I’ll enjoy my free time with the girly. And panic.
