The Oil Giveth, and The Oil Taketh Away
Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 7:08 am
I have worked over 170 hours in the past two weeks, completing a 40 hour HAZWOPR course as well as managing the madhose of beach cleanup operations with a workforce of 450 people. And I got fired yesterday because of a personality conflict with one motherfucking person. It started three days in when he complained to my boss that I used profanity too much, which I corrected immediately, and culminated two days ago when I went over his head (he is a step above me in the heirarchy) to get something done that he tasked me with. My boss, having known and worked with me for years, went to the mat on my behalf and I cannot thank him enough for his defense, but there are three companies involved in this, the one I work(ed) for, the one the little sawed-off cockgobbler (S.O.C.G. from now on) works for, and a third which had been brought onboard by S.O.C.G. Two votes against, my boss had no choice. This so fucking sucks. The primary complaint to my boss by S.O.C.G. was that there is a personality conflict between myself and others on the site, and that I was rubbing people the wrong way and causing unnecessary friction. Now for the few of you that have met me, I like to think that I have been friendly, mildly entertaining, polite and had our meeting been in a business setting, completely professional. Not that everyone loves me, but I am a happy dude, easygoing with a good sense of humor and I like to think that people enjoy my company. So I must admit to being completely taken aback, as was my boss, at hearing that I am apparently viewed as a walking, talking, fully autonomous cock-puncher.
(hey blackjoe, can that be my nickname under my username?)
I can look myself in the mirror and know that despite having been completely stabbed in the back, I did nothing wrong and in fact have done a tremendous job, but that sense of pride will not put food on my table. My boss, again because he knows that this is a royal-screwjob by S.O.C.G., has promised to keep my resume on the top of the pile should any work come along for his company in a more traditional construction setting, and is even going to pay me a severence despite having been on the job a mere two weeks. Nevertheless, here I sit in my hotel room while I want nothing more than to be at work. I am devastated, alternating between shaking with utter rage and crying in shame at having spoiled this opportunity.
Fuck.
So regretably I throw my hat back in the ring of unemployment.
(hey blackjoe, can that be my nickname under my username?)
I can look myself in the mirror and know that despite having been completely stabbed in the back, I did nothing wrong and in fact have done a tremendous job, but that sense of pride will not put food on my table. My boss, again because he knows that this is a royal-screwjob by S.O.C.G., has promised to keep my resume on the top of the pile should any work come along for his company in a more traditional construction setting, and is even going to pay me a severence despite having been on the job a mere two weeks. Nevertheless, here I sit in my hotel room while I want nothing more than to be at work. I am devastated, alternating between shaking with utter rage and crying in shame at having spoiled this opportunity.
Fuck.
So regretably I throw my hat back in the ring of unemployment.
