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asphaltcowgrrlI'm done. Stick a fork in me.
A couple weeks ago, one of our guys tells Jeff that he needs to go home to Texas to take care of his sister. Jeff says okay, no problem, let us know when you're back. (He's always been good about this kind of thing.)
Fast forward to now. I just received an email from our payroll company stating they received an unemployment request from this same employee. Confused, I go back and ask Jeff if Joe officially quit.
"Officially? No," Jeff says. "He went home to take care of his sister. I did send him an email telling him that he's not wanted back, though." Pause. "Guess he got my email."
I must have blinked, rapidly, several times because WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL? You do not put that kind of stuff in writing. EVER. Never mind all that, but you basically fired him, Jeff! When I pointed this out to him, he just said, "Oh."
That sound you hear? It's me, beating my head into my desk because I do not honestly know how much longer I can do this. (That goes for both my job and the head banging. This desk is older than I am and quite sturdy.)
I wonder if Inspector Crazy Pants needs a personal assistant? I type really well and I have a great phone voice.
I'm only half kidding.
A couple weeks ago, one of our guys tells Jeff that he needs to go home to Texas to take care of his sister. Jeff says okay, no problem, let us know when you're back. (He's always been good about this kind of thing.)
Fast forward to now. I just received an email from our payroll company stating they received an unemployment request from this same employee. Confused, I go back and ask Jeff if Joe officially quit.
"Officially? No," Jeff says. "He went home to take care of his sister. I did send him an email telling him that he's not wanted back, though." Pause. "Guess he got my email."
I must have blinked, rapidly, several times because WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL? You do not put that kind of stuff in writing. EVER. Never mind all that, but you basically fired him, Jeff! When I pointed this out to him, he just said, "Oh."
That sound you hear? It's me, beating my head into my desk because I do not honestly know how much longer I can do this. (That goes for both my job and the head banging. This desk is older than I am and quite sturdy.)
I wonder if Inspector Crazy Pants needs a personal assistant? I type really well and I have a great phone voice.
I'm only half kidding.
