1. Learn from it. Don't repeat the things you did, right or wrong.
2. Let it go. Calling them would help them. Fuck them.
Joe, enumerator
Ever complain after being fired?
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1. Learn from it. Don't repeat the things you did, right or wrong.
2. Let it go. Calling them would help them. Fuck them.
Joe, enumerator
I was going to write something similar but Holdy has made that unnecessary. If totally different people are saying the same type of thing, it might give you pause.
Mr Awe
Wow, am I glad , in our Tech Lab, it's an all male deal..So we can just get the job done without the B/S..
I have worked with females in and out of assorted jobs and was NEVER fired, but sometimes, I hated walking on eggshells around some..(when at a new job, I always am very quiet for about the first month, when I get the lay of the land, I'll let my personality shine through, but only for those that would accept it, otherwise, I'm polite to a fault.) Was written up for asking for a pair of Dikes (Diagonal wire cutters) from a bisexual female co-worker, later she tried to get me fired for sexual harassment, (the H/R investigation proved otherwise) and she also tried to get 15 other males fired for the same thing..she was removed later..
At any new job, keep your mouth shut and your eyes open..
I have worked with females in and out of assorted jobs and was NEVER fired, but sometimes, I hated walking on eggshells around some..(when at a new job, I always am very quiet for about the first month, when I get the lay of the land, I'll let my personality shine through, but only for those that would accept it, otherwise, I'm polite to a fault.) Was written up for asking for a pair of Dikes (Diagonal wire cutters) from a bisexual female co-worker, later she tried to get me fired for sexual harassment, (the H/R investigation proved otherwise) and she also tried to get 15 other males fired for the same thing..she was removed later..
At any new job, keep your mouth shut and your eyes open..
I have a good revenge story about an old job. One I was not technically fired from, but one where they were doing what they could to push me out.
About 4 years into my first "real" job, (the one that got me out of ~minimum wage level jobs) after having been passed over for promotion by someone with way less experience but had a degree that I did not, I had caught my shop manager doing very questionable and illegal activities that also had an element of conflict of interest as well.
I was working for a local Goodyear tire shop, and my manager had bought an old 240Z from a customer on the cheap by giving the owner of the car a huge repair estimate. The customer did not think the car was worth repairing for that amount, and sold it to my manager when my manager offered to buy it. He then had the car repaired by our mechanics while they were on the clock using parts ordered on the shop's account, never paying for either parts or labor. And then he sold the repaired car a short time later for a huge profit and pocketed the money. I knew this because I handled all the paperwork in the store, being that I was the Retail Sales Manager.
Now understand, this was a company owned location. And not only had Goodyear been very good to me (the year before I won a company-wide sales contest that gave me an all expenses paid week-long cruise to the Bahamas, even paying the taxes for the trip as well as my salary for the week), but the stores were audited annually. And the first step of that audit is the company auditor having us all sign statements that all our work has been above board and that we could be fired if there was anything different that we knew about. And every year prior to this new manager, my store had ranked the highest in the company in our audit scores. So when I saw this new manager doing these shenanigans, I knew that my job would be in jeopardy as well if it was left for the auditor to find. As well as not being able to sign that form in good conscience.
So I followed the chain of command. I could not go to my direct supervisor since it was his actions that were the problem, so I went to the one next up in the chain of command, the NorCal District Manager. Now, he was up in Sacramento so I could not just drop by with all the evidence that I had (invoices of the original car owner, parts invoices, and the voided repair order where the parts and labor went to repair the car). So I packed all of it into a manila envelope along with a letter of explanation and sent it to him.
And what happened?
He called my manager, telling him all that I had exposed to him, and then said I was not a "team player"! They tried to turn it around to say that it was me who could not be trusted. My manager then went back over the invoices and paid for the stolen parts to cover his ass. But they were making me out to be the bad guy, when I was just doing my job in protecting the assets of the company and the reputation of the shop. It was this moment that I knew it was the beginning of the end of my days there.
A couple of months later (early 1991, recession time), the District Manager had a meeting with all the store managers on how to cut costs. For my store, they decide to cut my hours virtually in half as the cost savings measure. I would not have been able to live on that at that time, which they knew since no one could. I decided I had had enough and quit on the spot and resisted the urge to punch my manager's lights out.
A more satisfying revenge would be coming all on it's own for him and the District Manager.
Months later, I went back to my old shop when I was on my day off from the new shop I was working at. I had been futilely trying to get the paperwork from that manager to roll over my company 401K for months, and was trying again the day after my birthday in October. He was out to lunch when I got there, so I was hanging around chatting with my old co-workers (whom I was still very friendly with) when a package was delivered. My old co-worker signed for it and left it on the counter while we were chatting.
So while we were talking, at one point the shipping label of that package caught my eye. It caught my eye because the package was addressed to me! And I recognised the return address, the promotional warehouse that shipped out "prizes" that were bought with promotional points that managers were supposed to give to his staff (and not themselves. They were not eligible). Now the points were "free", but the prize was counted as "income" which the "winner" had to pay taxes on with their income taxes. I knew all of this because I had gotten a few prizes from them before while I had worked there.
I pointed out to my former co-worker that the package was addressed to me, so he told me to open it since legally it was mine. Inside was a portable CD player along with an invoice that had my social security number on it as well as stating it was ordered by my old manager. I realized that I had just caught my old boss red-handed in a crime of fraud. Federal fraud, since he was using my SSN. I said to my old co-worker (who also did not like the store manager) "Aw! How did you guys remember my birthday was yesterday?"
He tells me, "It is yours. If I was you, I'd take it and leave before he gets back." So I did.
I went right home and wrote out a letter to the company auditor, whom I had known for years. As well as to the Akron-based corporate head of all the shops in the western half of the country, who I had met and hung around with on that cruise, along with a couple of others in corporate that I had known for years. I sent each of them a copy of this letter, along with copies of this latest invoice, detailing the activities that I had previously brought to the District Manager and how he and the store manager had covered it up along with this latest infraction of federal fraud.
In that letter, I said that I still had high regard for Goodyear as a company. They had always been good to me. But that something had to be done about these two bad apples, the district and store managers. I noted that it was my option if I wanted to press charges, as well as filing a civil suit against the company itself for having such a program in place that is so easy to use in this manner that facilitated this fraud. But I did not want to sue the company, as they were always good to me as noted earlier. I stated that I would not press any charges, nor sue the company, if they cleaned their house by firing both my old store manager and district manager.
A few days later while I was at work at my new job I got a call from my old store manager. He had found out the package had been delivered and I had it. He told me that it was not meant for me, it was for a customer prize drawing there at the store, a sales promotion. I asked him why was it addressed to me then? Why was my SSN on it so I would have to pay income taxes on it? He said he needed it back and he offered to pay the tax. I told him "No. That's not good enough. I have to get back to work now. Good-bye."
A few days later I start getting calls from several other friends from Goodyear. First from an old co-worker who had been transferred in to take my old position, asking me what I had done. So I told him. And he told me that that store manager had been called up to the district office that morning, a command to "drop everything and come here now". He was gone nearly all day, and when he came back he cleaned out his desk and walked out without a word. He'd been fired! Fired, blackballed, and forced to move to his parents house in SoCal.
The next call was from a friend at the area warehouse, who later stopped by my new job to chat with me about the incident. I tell him the story. And he tells me that the district manager also got canned. Also that corporate was already pissed at the two of them for pushing me out since about three months after I quit as they had plans to promote me and give me a store of my own. And that what I had given them was exactly what they wanted, an excuse to can them both.
So I got a sweet taste of revenge, became a hero to my old Goodyear compatriots who all hated the two of these guys, and got a free CD player to boot! Goodyear has even contacted me a few times over the years to try to hire me back. Unfortunately, the timing and place of the offers never worked out for that to happen. But they really wanted me back. It is too bad they shut down so many of their company owned stores that were once in this area. If not for that, I would have gone back. But I have no desire to relocate out of the Bay Area.
Sorry for the length of this. Kudos to whomever reads this far.
About 4 years into my first "real" job, (the one that got me out of ~minimum wage level jobs) after having been passed over for promotion by someone with way less experience but had a degree that I did not, I had caught my shop manager doing very questionable and illegal activities that also had an element of conflict of interest as well.
I was working for a local Goodyear tire shop, and my manager had bought an old 240Z from a customer on the cheap by giving the owner of the car a huge repair estimate. The customer did not think the car was worth repairing for that amount, and sold it to my manager when my manager offered to buy it. He then had the car repaired by our mechanics while they were on the clock using parts ordered on the shop's account, never paying for either parts or labor. And then he sold the repaired car a short time later for a huge profit and pocketed the money. I knew this because I handled all the paperwork in the store, being that I was the Retail Sales Manager.
Now understand, this was a company owned location. And not only had Goodyear been very good to me (the year before I won a company-wide sales contest that gave me an all expenses paid week-long cruise to the Bahamas, even paying the taxes for the trip as well as my salary for the week), but the stores were audited annually. And the first step of that audit is the company auditor having us all sign statements that all our work has been above board and that we could be fired if there was anything different that we knew about. And every year prior to this new manager, my store had ranked the highest in the company in our audit scores. So when I saw this new manager doing these shenanigans, I knew that my job would be in jeopardy as well if it was left for the auditor to find. As well as not being able to sign that form in good conscience.
So I followed the chain of command. I could not go to my direct supervisor since it was his actions that were the problem, so I went to the one next up in the chain of command, the NorCal District Manager. Now, he was up in Sacramento so I could not just drop by with all the evidence that I had (invoices of the original car owner, parts invoices, and the voided repair order where the parts and labor went to repair the car). So I packed all of it into a manila envelope along with a letter of explanation and sent it to him.
And what happened?
He called my manager, telling him all that I had exposed to him, and then said I was not a "team player"! They tried to turn it around to say that it was me who could not be trusted. My manager then went back over the invoices and paid for the stolen parts to cover his ass. But they were making me out to be the bad guy, when I was just doing my job in protecting the assets of the company and the reputation of the shop. It was this moment that I knew it was the beginning of the end of my days there.
A couple of months later (early 1991, recession time), the District Manager had a meeting with all the store managers on how to cut costs. For my store, they decide to cut my hours virtually in half as the cost savings measure. I would not have been able to live on that at that time, which they knew since no one could. I decided I had had enough and quit on the spot and resisted the urge to punch my manager's lights out.
A more satisfying revenge would be coming all on it's own for him and the District Manager.
Months later, I went back to my old shop when I was on my day off from the new shop I was working at. I had been futilely trying to get the paperwork from that manager to roll over my company 401K for months, and was trying again the day after my birthday in October. He was out to lunch when I got there, so I was hanging around chatting with my old co-workers (whom I was still very friendly with) when a package was delivered. My old co-worker signed for it and left it on the counter while we were chatting.
So while we were talking, at one point the shipping label of that package caught my eye. It caught my eye because the package was addressed to me! And I recognised the return address, the promotional warehouse that shipped out "prizes" that were bought with promotional points that managers were supposed to give to his staff (and not themselves. They were not eligible). Now the points were "free", but the prize was counted as "income" which the "winner" had to pay taxes on with their income taxes. I knew all of this because I had gotten a few prizes from them before while I had worked there.
I pointed out to my former co-worker that the package was addressed to me, so he told me to open it since legally it was mine. Inside was a portable CD player along with an invoice that had my social security number on it as well as stating it was ordered by my old manager. I realized that I had just caught my old boss red-handed in a crime of fraud. Federal fraud, since he was using my SSN. I said to my old co-worker (who also did not like the store manager) "Aw! How did you guys remember my birthday was yesterday?"
He tells me, "It is yours. If I was you, I'd take it and leave before he gets back." So I did.
I went right home and wrote out a letter to the company auditor, whom I had known for years. As well as to the Akron-based corporate head of all the shops in the western half of the country, who I had met and hung around with on that cruise, along with a couple of others in corporate that I had known for years. I sent each of them a copy of this letter, along with copies of this latest invoice, detailing the activities that I had previously brought to the District Manager and how he and the store manager had covered it up along with this latest infraction of federal fraud.
In that letter, I said that I still had high regard for Goodyear as a company. They had always been good to me. But that something had to be done about these two bad apples, the district and store managers. I noted that it was my option if I wanted to press charges, as well as filing a civil suit against the company itself for having such a program in place that is so easy to use in this manner that facilitated this fraud. But I did not want to sue the company, as they were always good to me as noted earlier. I stated that I would not press any charges, nor sue the company, if they cleaned their house by firing both my old store manager and district manager.
A few days later while I was at work at my new job I got a call from my old store manager. He had found out the package had been delivered and I had it. He told me that it was not meant for me, it was for a customer prize drawing there at the store, a sales promotion. I asked him why was it addressed to me then? Why was my SSN on it so I would have to pay income taxes on it? He said he needed it back and he offered to pay the tax. I told him "No. That's not good enough. I have to get back to work now. Good-bye."
A few days later I start getting calls from several other friends from Goodyear. First from an old co-worker who had been transferred in to take my old position, asking me what I had done. So I told him. And he told me that that store manager had been called up to the district office that morning, a command to "drop everything and come here now". He was gone nearly all day, and when he came back he cleaned out his desk and walked out without a word. He'd been fired! Fired, blackballed, and forced to move to his parents house in SoCal.
The next call was from a friend at the area warehouse, who later stopped by my new job to chat with me about the incident. I tell him the story. And he tells me that the district manager also got canned. Also that corporate was already pissed at the two of them for pushing me out since about three months after I quit as they had plans to promote me and give me a store of my own. And that what I had given them was exactly what they wanted, an excuse to can them both.
So I got a sweet taste of revenge, became a hero to my old Goodyear compatriots who all hated the two of these guys, and got a free CD player to boot! Goodyear has even contacted me a few times over the years to try to hire me back. Unfortunately, the timing and place of the offers never worked out for that to happen. But they really wanted me back. It is too bad they shut down so many of their company owned stores that were once in this area. If not for that, I would have gone back. But I have no desire to relocate out of the Bay Area.
Sorry for the length of this. Kudos to whomever reads this far.
Good story, the Dagman! 
What I like best about the forum format is the easy access to guinea pig proof readers who can tell me whether or not to bother reading a long post.
What I like best about the forum format is the easy access to guinea pig proof readers who can tell me whether or not to bother reading a long post.
I am glad you all enjoyed the story. It took a while to remember it all, type it out and then edit it into a readable format. I usually try to keep my posts lengths down from that size, because I hate reading long and boring posts too.
And the similarities between my story and the "Vinegar Boy" one are pretty striking! I enjoyed reading that one as well.
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