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I was terminated from employment on Monday, by the fore noted person, and his boss the programmer hippy. I feel that this was an injustice and that I had been doing the job that they had been asking me to do. Whats more is, I am not the only one with this opinion, for it seems that not only a couple people in my department but SEVERAL other departments agree with me. Also the said people who agree with me have also been nothing more then supportive in letting me know of possible jobs elsewhere. On a funny side note actually, one of the females in my department has resigned based on the actions leading to my termination. She feels that any department that would do something such as that to an employee who in her mind worked his fucking ass of has no need of her services any more and quit. *NOTE: she has more exp. in our field of work then anyone else in the whole company. Not only that she made this public to not only our respecitve managers but to the CEO, Human relations, and EVERY other deparment as well. People who know both her and I and know exactly what she was talking about. I have no question that TBone will eventually post here, for good or for bad. He and I worked at the same company in the same dept. And I am unsure if he even knows of this yet, and if he does his opinion of it. Frankly I don't care. I wll move on, thus is life. However I felt I should share this with you, all the people who have come to become my personal little fucked up support group over the last 6 years. Let the flame begin. |
what next, hal? |
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i would go paint if it wasn't raining. well, maybe i would. find a way to be happy there's not much point in anything else unless you're going to write a novel |
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Who knows. As far as the rest of the people there are concerned... They can eat a dick... Whats next, I don't know, need to find another job I guess, or become a hippy one of the two... I'm thinking the job. |
beav...is this a "new" wife right? |
(God, I love the word "severance." It may be my favorite word. I love how it sounds and how it looks.) |
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There's also a Severn, Maryland, which may be where the band got their name from (though it's closer to Baltimore than DC). The "a" in severance is important, though. The "eve" part is the best, but I like the "a" and the "nce" and the "r" - "R" is a good letter. |
my tape is long gone. they were never super mega favs, but pretty ok. i heard a band i havent heard in a long time the other night. Helmut. Jesus. Though they were more cock rock/metal than i cared for, the time i saw them with Swervedriver and Jawbox was pretty damn ok. |
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I hate this fucking medical industry. Kudo's to you!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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Thus saith the Big Ugly Goat to Goat Of Danielssss. (This has been excerpted from BUG'S CONVERSATIONS WITH GOD) |
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My little sister quit school, my mom called my crying, my dad is as pissed as he always was... And oh yeah I'm still outta a job. So so far the only thing I got going is the shoutcast stuff... great bday eh'? |
there are other jobs, and some of them might actually be fulfilling. go get em. |
have a good one hal!!! |
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good luck, hal. |
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to write a novel it helps to be unemployed and miserable. it's also a good excuse to drink a lot of black coffee and smoke cigarettes and generally be neurotic. |
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at first |
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hey-- somebody should sue the government because income taxes are unconstitutional. |
I've been listening to the pledge drive on LA's NPR for the last two weeks and there has been no mention of such nor is there any mention of such on the respective websites. |
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on email is still making the rounds as well. |
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income tax is voluntary. you can't sue the government for taking money we voluntarily give. |
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god I missed that |
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what's the deal with gel candles? they cause brain tumors? lupus? world war? they're manufactured by corporations who deliberately block food deliveries to ethiopia? |
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no, i heard they blow pedestrians. |
i used to work in a place where there was a strict rule against running on the grounds. it was a store, and there was a security guy there who'd say "no running!" over the loudspeaker if he caught you. i started zipping around the place at top speed in my chair. no one said anything; i think they wanted to but felt embarrassed about saying anything. |
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