Thursday, February 5, 2009

Waaaa, I Lost My Job!!

Lately I have been hearing a lot about the economy and job losses. I don't know if it is a reoccurring theme with the lazy, incompetent media or a commentary on the people of today, but one thing I keep hearing is how after someone lost their job they cried all the way home, wee wee wee. It's like their initial reaction to losing their job is, "Waaaa, they don't love me anymore!!!!" Could it be because people have been told since they were babies that they are wonderful and smart and cute that they can't handle rejection??

I have lost a number of jobs, some because I had visual rectal problems (I couldn't see my ass working there anymore) and others where it wasn't my idea to leave. Whenever I have been laid off or fired, my reaction has been, "I was looking for work when I found this job." If you tell the boss that they don't know how to handle it.

I figured out over 30 years ago that there is no such thing as company loyalty to the employees. Why would anyone in this day and age believe they would be able to work for only one employer for their entire career?? Even the useless media has been saying for a long time now that everyone can plan on having multiple employers during their working lifetime.

Of course back in the days before they started shipping our jobs over the pond, you could go down the street and find something else. I remember seeing help wanted signs as I drove down the street. Today they are few and far between.

6 comments:

  1. My daughter works at a Casino/racetrack...and since Christmas they have laid off/fired over 130 staff. Our philosophy has always been like yours..."I was looking for a job when I found this one." Unfortunately (than aWol) those Help Wanted signs are just not going up anywhere. Thanks to the lack of oversight and good old guy network - everyone is living in fear.

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  2. I lost a job once because I told my boss "I may not be a protologist, but I know an asshole when I see one."...it was sorta I quit your fired..laughed all the way home.

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  3. Back in the day when I worked retail, I figured my job was pretty bullet proof. Retailers grew and strechted with the economy. Now, companies like Macy's are announcing layoffs. No job is safe. Eventually, I moved to higher level sales and that's when I got laid off 2 times in months and became teacher bound.

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  4. I've always figured that employers deserve no more loyalty from me than I get from them.

    nothing to nothing is a pretty simple equation.

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  5. I'm one of those incredibly lucky people that got hired at the right time (1967) in the right place (auto industry: GM). They and the union treated us like six year olds; when to eat, piss, shit, and don't you dare line up to go home early or we'll spank you. I lived down and beyond, every expectation they had for me.

    I never spent a minute outside looking in, other than strikes, and what my myriad of "F" up's earned me, but I had my feet on some damn slippery banana peels more than once! Had health care for everything. I have two children , one born in 73, the other in 76. Never paid one dime from the time we found out she was pregnant until we brought the babies home. Not one dime!!

    Today, my pension that was promised by the company for as long as I live, teeters on getting nothing. My health care, which was promised to be status quo by the company for as long as I lived, has been slashed in half and more severe slashes are in the hopper.

    Loyalty?

    I drive a Toyota I bought in 04. Dunno if it's a better company or not, but it's damn sure a better car!!

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  6. Future, I have an idea what you went thru, I worked at the Ford Truck Plant in Wayne for three nights and quit twice on the fourth night. Couldn't take the assembly line hitting me in the ass all night long, never got up to speed and got very little help. I was showed what to do on the job and then left to sink or swim.

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