April 27th, 2010


Can't blame a girl for trying, can you?

First thing this morning, after the shock had worn off and reality sunk in, and before applying for benefit, I placed a call to the manager that gave me the boot yesterday. Or The Biatch, as she will henceforth be known.

I started by apologising for presumably not having made much sense after she had imparted her bad news, which had come to me as a total shock, and proceeded to tell her in detail why I thought her appraisal of me as of someone who wouldn't add value to the team she's endeavouring to build was completely wrong, blowing my own trumpet which is something I never like to do and am most uncomfortable with, and to which she -predictably perhaps- reacted with scepticism. She then took me to task for, if what I said were true, performing under her radar and not flagging any problems to her, which I said I would have done if I'd had any. But, being the competent, pro-active person that I am, I tend to solve problems before they arise, and listed some examples. Anyway, I talked a lot of sh*t - bottomline, I just wanted her to rethink her position.

In the end, she agreed to speak to HR to see if there were anything they could do for me (I was thinking, perhaps pay for mediation or career planning); then called me back 15 minutes later to say she was very sorry, but there was nothing they, or she could do. Biatch!

Oh well, can't blame a girl for trying, can you?

The worst thing is, I've read up on the law in this matter, and if I hadn't mentioned anything about my upcoming termination, and she hadn't been made aware of it in some other way, and if I'd worked undetected on a terminated contract for a day, it would automatically and retrospectively have become an indefinite one. One week, I should have kept my mouth shut for one week, and I'd have had a job for life.