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Fucked.

My boss at my temp job just asked me if I was "comfortable with today being my last day here".

Uh, comfortable? No work = no pay = very uncomfortable.

So...no. I'm not comfortable. But thanks for asking.

Apparently the powers-that-be decided that I had put them in a place where they could take over my project without a problem so they don't need me anymore. In other words, I did such a great job I worked myself out of a job. I guess. They might just hate me but don't want to say anything. I guess I'll find out from my staffing agency. It's kind of like being scolded by your teacher, which is LOVELY.

I am so fucked.

June 19, 2006 in The Serious Side |

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Suzie

No one could hate you. Seriously, that's not possible. You probably just worked yourself out of a job. That shit sucks big time.

I'm so sorry.

Posted by: Suzie | June 19, 2006 at 01:35 PM

southernfriedgirl

Are you shitting me? That blows. I'd have bitch slapped whoever asked you that.

Posted by: southernfriedgirl | June 19, 2006 at 06:19 PM

Gymshoes

Comfortable with losing your job with no notice? I think management euphemisms has reached a new level of twisted perversion. Don't sweat it; the temp agency will find you something else, maybe something better. PMA, girl. (Positive mental attitude!) :-)

Posted by: Gymshoes | June 20, 2006 at 09:27 AM

T. Tommy

Yep. They be the fuckers, you be the fuckee. :-( Sorry to hear the news. Hang in there, you'll land on your feet!

Posted by: T. Tommy | June 20, 2006 at 03:15 PM

BadAunt

Your reputation probably just shot up so high at the staffing agency they'll have four or five jobs lined up for you!

Posted by: BadAunt | June 20, 2006 at 06:12 PM

Jess

Oh, wow...that's really awful. :( I hope everything is working out okay.

Something similar happened to me a couple of summers ago. I was hired as a temp for a project that was supposed to last all summer, and I was a "go-getter" and finished in about two weeks.

I won't make that mistake again.

Posted by: Jess | June 26, 2006 at 09:15 AM

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