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sweet vindication
Posted by Slowplum
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5/04/2006 08:06:00 AM
Those of you who have been following my journal for some time will know all about the trials and tribulations I went through at my previous place of employ. This past weekend I got a little bit of a laugh when I discovered that they have really been struggling since my departure. Childish, maybe, but I don't care. I went through hell for that company and while it's mean-spirited to say it, I'm glad they are finding out the hard way just how much I did for them.
So my Dad told me on the weekend that there was a manager's meeting at my previous workplace, wherein they were discussing the impact of the mass lay-off last August (of which I was the first to go). They had flow charts and whatnot. Anyway. One manager, the manager of production control in the building I worked in, said that he had one thing to say and that was that one person he really admired was me! He said they had no idea how much I did and that they all took me for granted and if they'd had half a clue they would never have let me go. He said it took him 6 hrs over the weekend to do one customs document, that two plants now do their own work and a third on its way - and there I was handling the customs for all their Canadian operations, on top of answering switchboard and handling the front desk!
Dad didn't say anything but later he quietly took the manager out & treated him to a pitcher or two of beer. He also talked to my previous boss (the nice one) and said "you really had no fucking clue did you?" to which nice boss replied, abashed, that no, he obviously didn't. So Dad said "you mean to tell me you did employee reviews with her, and as she was telling you everything you had NO FUCKING CLUE? You guys are idiots." He can tell nice boss that because they're friends. Nice boss honestly has never been able to look me in the eye every time we've crossed paths since the layoff. In all honesty I have told him it's the best thing he could have done for me. The job was quite literally slowly killing me. In any case nice boss then asked Dad if I'd found a new job yet, hint hint, and Dad laid it on thick and told him all about my new job and that I was making twice as much money (lie) and had all kinds of benefits (lie) and had awesome hours (true) and never had to worry about babysitting (semi-truth) and was happier than ever (true).
He wasn't going to tell me all this, because bygones are bygones and all, but I'm glad he did because it shuts a little door in my heart and gives me closure. He asked me if I'd have accepted had they offered me my job back, and I told him I would not, not even for a 100,000.00 salary. When I told SO about all this, he also said "I'd never have let you taken the job, hon. I like having the old you back."
C's first communion is on Sunday, and she couldn't be more excited about it. It feels so weird to me knowing my daughter is already at that age (she's turning 8 on the 16th! eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee). She has a little tiara and everything. I thought it hilarious when they had a parents meeting about communion and the priest said "don't dress them up, that isn't necessary, bla bla bla". Fat chance of that happening. We're Portuguese! Anyway...
Memo to self: make 2 doz cupcakes for weekend's 50th anniversary party for the kids' school. Bring in tomorrow morning.
Had a council meeting on Tuesday, which was fine but holy was there squawking about the budget! I don't really want to get into it aside from saying, I'm doing a volunteer position and if anyone thinks they can do better of it, they are welcome to it. Fuck.
Ok gotta go.
So my Dad told me on the weekend that there was a manager's meeting at my previous workplace, wherein they were discussing the impact of the mass lay-off last August (of which I was the first to go). They had flow charts and whatnot. Anyway. One manager, the manager of production control in the building I worked in, said that he had one thing to say and that was that one person he really admired was me! He said they had no idea how much I did and that they all took me for granted and if they'd had half a clue they would never have let me go. He said it took him 6 hrs over the weekend to do one customs document, that two plants now do their own work and a third on its way - and there I was handling the customs for all their Canadian operations, on top of answering switchboard and handling the front desk!
Dad didn't say anything but later he quietly took the manager out & treated him to a pitcher or two of beer. He also talked to my previous boss (the nice one) and said "you really had no fucking clue did you?" to which nice boss replied, abashed, that no, he obviously didn't. So Dad said "you mean to tell me you did employee reviews with her, and as she was telling you everything you had NO FUCKING CLUE? You guys are idiots." He can tell nice boss that because they're friends. Nice boss honestly has never been able to look me in the eye every time we've crossed paths since the layoff. In all honesty I have told him it's the best thing he could have done for me. The job was quite literally slowly killing me. In any case nice boss then asked Dad if I'd found a new job yet, hint hint, and Dad laid it on thick and told him all about my new job and that I was making twice as much money (lie) and had all kinds of benefits (lie) and had awesome hours (true) and never had to worry about babysitting (semi-truth) and was happier than ever (true).
He wasn't going to tell me all this, because bygones are bygones and all, but I'm glad he did because it shuts a little door in my heart and gives me closure. He asked me if I'd have accepted had they offered me my job back, and I told him I would not, not even for a 100,000.00 salary. When I told SO about all this, he also said "I'd never have let you taken the job, hon. I like having the old you back."
C's first communion is on Sunday, and she couldn't be more excited about it. It feels so weird to me knowing my daughter is already at that age (she's turning 8 on the 16th! eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee). She has a little tiara and everything. I thought it hilarious when they had a parents meeting about communion and the priest said "don't dress them up, that isn't necessary, bla bla bla". Fat chance of that happening. We're Portuguese! Anyway...
Memo to self: make 2 doz cupcakes for weekend's 50th anniversary party for the kids' school. Bring in tomorrow morning.
Had a council meeting on Tuesday, which was fine but holy was there squawking about the budget! I don't really want to get into it aside from saying, I'm doing a volunteer position and if anyone thinks they can do better of it, they are welcome to it. Fuck.
Ok gotta go.