The "I got fired from work, and am both happy and pissed off" rant...

Originally Posted: Aug 11, 2005

Current mood:pleased

I got fired from work... WHOOHOO...
It's amazing that this is the first time I have ever been fired from a job and I am excited about it. I have been working since i was 14 years old (at least during the summers) and a video store is the only place that will fire me. Alot of people have said either.. "why are you happy they fired you" or "how the hell did you get fired from a VIDEO STORE"... well... its really not that hard to answer those questions. When someone hates (and I do mean hate) most of their co-workers and only really gets along with one or two and stops following company policy because it is the most ludicrous thing ever (which I will cover further down in my ranting) you tend to get fired and are not upset.

MORE BACKGROUND BEFORE THE STORY(S):
Video Warehouse has a call in policy. Sometimes if you are not scheduled to work a day, you may be listed on the schedule as "on call", a position in which you must call the store at a certain time to see if they need you to come in.(If they are extremely busy or someone else didnt show up)IF you fail to call in at that specific time you can be fired... Keep in mind that I can not think of ANY other jobs, perhaps other than doctors and the army reserve, that have an on call policy. Anyway... V.W. also has a "do not answer the phone if you are busy with customers" policy. (Here is where high school logic pays off) So IF I were to call in to see if I needed to assist my busy co-workers, they would not be able to answer the phone. Instead they would have to call me when possible.... OK so hopefully we're all on the same page... that this is a dumb policy to have.. and so I never follow it.
Last weeks schedule:
Thursday: OFF (my birthday)
Friday: On call 6 - 12:30 am
Saturday: On call 1 - 6 pm
Sunday: working 7 - 12:30 am
The Story:
I am celebrating my birthday party thursday night which is drunken mayhem... I loved it! during the night, my buddy billy suggests to me that we go to the beach for the weekend to meet several friends from my early college years. (sidenote: they had all just finished taking the bar exam, congrats to them... if they passed) Of course I agreed to go immediately..."hey, work isn't paying me to sit around and call into work... so they can go F themselves... if they need someone... they can call someone else". Leave Friday morning at the ass crack of dawn to go to Gulf Shores through Hotlanta ("why?" you ask... its long story involving numerous beast of the forest and corn nuggets... a story for another day) Apparently on the way down fort morgan road (poor cell phone reception) I received a call from my manager saying... "you failed to call in today, but apparently you are out of town so you couldn't come anyway" then he hung up. I WAS FURIOUS. I called back to bitch him out... but I lost reception again... lucky manager. I had time to cool down before I got cell phone reception again so I let it go. Saturday went by... no call in... however I did call my buddy John to see if he would work for me sunday b/c I wanted to stay an extra day at the beach (I still owe you one John). This dick named Jeremy that works there... called my boss to tell on me for not showing up sunday night when john shows up... WHAT THE FK!.. I covered my shift... so kiss my ass! Anyway... I think the fact that I neither called in for the weekend nor showed up to work sunday... along with some random times of pissing off the manager before hand all came together to get me fired... but its all good... b/c now i dont have to bitch him out and quit.

AH... that felt good to get out of the system....