So, I’m back with the third (and final) part in my series of “Greenie’s job sucks and he’s going to quit.” For reference, here are the other two threads.
http://www.analystforum.com/forums/water-cooler/91355343
http://www.analystforum.com/forums/water-cooler/91355637
So, as most of you know, I gave two weeks notice on Friday. I found another job that was more similar to the way I want to structure my practice (once I get there), working for somebody I like and have a lot in common with, and for a 30-40% raise.
On Friday, in a panic over 1/3 of his workforce leaving, Old Boss asks me to stay on all the way until the 31st. He says that he really really needs me until the 31st, and he practically begged me to give him “good time”, which means 50 hour weeks and 100% focus during those 50 hour weeks. I said, “Let me see, because the new boss wants me to start on Monday the 30th. Nonetheless, I’ll be in tomorrow morning (Saturday) to finish up some stuff that I need to do.”
Well, when Saturday morning came around, I just didn’t feel like going to work. While I understand the professional courtesy of giving two week’s notice, I didn’t think that I needed to let this guy bend me over for another two weeks at the expense of my family and new job. So on Saturday morning, I sent him an e-mail that said, “I’ll give you three options for my two week’s notice. Option #1 - Our employment ends on Sunday, Jan. 15th, and I’ll come in and give you a free day on Monday, while we tie up some loose ends.” (Option 2 and 3 aren’t important.)
So this morning, I ask him if he had looked at the e-mail, and he said, “Yeah, I glanced at it, but I didn’t really take a lot of time to look at it. Let’s get together a little later so we can discuss it in detail.” So I went about my normal business of tying up loose ends, passing off all my work to my successor, etc.
About 4:30, he asks me to come into his office. First, he berates me for not coming in on Saturday when I told him I was going to. Then he proceeds to tell me that by not being dependable, “these three options mean nothing. This whole e-mail is invalid.”
He spends a few more minutes telling me what kind of shtty employee I was, and how I never committed to him and never devoted the number of hours that it takes to succeed in this business. After about five minutes of this, I say (literally), “Time out. If all you’re going to do is chew my ass, then I’ll just pack up my stuff and leave.” He says, “No, I’m not chewing your ass. I just want to give you some positive feedback so you don’t make the same mistakes at your next job.” Really, buddy? Don’t insult my intelligence.
He then says, “Well, I saw your e-mail, and I don’t know why you didn’t come in and actually discuss this in person. You could have written it down and given it to me.” I said, “I did. I sent it to you in an e-mail.” Then his bitch assistant piped up, “Well, you should have been man enough to come in and talk to him about it in person.” I shut her up by cutting her off and saying, “Are you the boss here? Or is he the boss?” (Tempers were starting to flare at this point.)
Old Boss comes back and says, “Nonetheless, we can’t have employees who are unreliable during our busy season. And since you have proven yourself to be unreliable, we have decided to terminate your employment as of the 15th, yesterday.” Really? I almost came back with, “So you’re taking Option #1, then, right?” And I almost said, “No, if you’re going to fire me, you need to pay me for the day that I spent here, because not paying salary is against the law.” In fact, I said neither of those things, but rather just moved on to “Okay, so we have a couple of housekeeping items, like…[a bunch of technical crap].” I wasn’t interested in a big dick competition at that point. I just wanted to leave.
All in all, it doesn’t really bother me. Actually I find it amusing that this guy is such an egomaniac that he literally told me “These oprtions are not valid,” then proceeds to take Option #1 verbatim. I think if we had a video camera and could play it for you, you guys would actually laugh out loud at it.
Anyway, effective today, Old Boss fired me. Darn the bad luck. It’s a good thing New Boss wants me start at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow.