Do you REALLY want to know why I'm laughing?

AtlMagic submitted 550 days ago

I was working for a large computer manufacturer and my tech department got closed down and relocated to another pat of the company. Not wanting to relocate I went over to the dark side and took a position in sales. I have to admit, although my numbers were high (I was number 2 salesman after 6 months) I didn't like doing the sales routine. I wouldn't badger people and do it the old school sales way like my bosses wanted. I figured as long as my bottom line was good, who cared? During this time I "came down" with an incurable disease. Genetic, but painful none the less.

Well, one weekend while out of town my transmission died on my 3 year old Ford. I scrambled, got it repaired and started driving home. 50 miles later the engine croaked! I called a friend and he volunteered to drive all the way over and pick me up. I got back in town and managed to hook up with a nice young lady at work for a ride in until I could get my car back. On the way to work, in a very hard rain, we skidded, hit a guard rail and almost flipped over the edge and down a 60 foot drop. No one was hurt but we were both pretty shook up.

We called someone from work and had them pick us up. I showed up at my job 10 minutes late looking like a drowned rat! As I walked in the door I was asked to come into the office. I was confronted by my boss's boss from out of town and was told I was being "let go". He brought along someone else from out of town, I assume in case things got out of hand. He was ranting and raving like someone had stolen something. He was acting like he had something to prove and not so subtly challenged me to a physical altercation. I guess that was his way of making people feel defensive. Note to boss: It doesn't work when someone has just stated down death! They just don't care. :cool:

I was still in shock from the accident but I managed to ask why. I was told I wasn't "committed" to the job. Wait, I have a very painful disease, hitched a ride from out of town to get to work and just walked away from a fiery car crash and still showed up. Jeez! What more do you people want ????

But as this was a "right to work state" and I really did hate the job, I said fine and asked if there was anything they needed me to sign. After being given a termination letter, this man kept giving reasons for me being fired. None of them were true. Like I said I was the number 2 sales guy. I found out later that that's what they do to increase profit. Fire the top 25% and rehire on the bottom at a lower commission rate.

He kept babbling on and all I wanted was to get out of there and find some warm clothes. As I opened my brief case, staring me in the face was my loaded .357. Yes, it was legal and Yes I have a permit to carry it. I quickly shut my case and started to laugh. He said "Oh, you think this is funny ??? Constantly trying to bate me for some reason. Then he screamed "What's so funny ???" Nothing I said. He kept on asking. I finally told him that I thought it best that if he REALLY wanted to know, I should CALL him from home, but this would not be the right time and place.

I had visions of postal workers dancing in my head. I didn't bother to call him from home but always though he would have soiled his pants if he knew I was "packin". :eek: