"wanna tell us about your little Bloggggg?"

tlo submitted 72 days ago

Pre-firing:
Extremely hard-working, well liked and very popular employee. Put in 50 hour weeks, took work home, worked on sick days, worked on weekends and late at night. Knew my job and my boss' job inside and out. Was his right hand, his friend, a confidante, drinking buddy (i'm female, btw) took care of everything. Ambitious, responsible, had character and conviction...

Firing:
December 21st, bouncing around office, handing out christmas presents that i'd bought everyone. poke my head in and say a big hello and good morning like I always did. He doesn't even look at me and says "I need a minute". Very strange, but I continue handing out presents. He finds me and goes "there you are, come sit w/ me" I walk in, and the CFO (who hated me, and is a pathetic OLD plastic-surgeried piece of shit). They tell me to sit down (in a chair IN THE CORNER) like i'm a naughtly little girl. The CFO says "wanna tell me about your little blog?" I say "What blog? I don't have a blog?" He says "So you're going to lie about it" I reply "I don't have a blog, I don't know what you mean" and he says "So you didn't write about the guy at the other company that was in the paper?" I said, oh- that's a message board, yes, why?" (by now, ive got tears streaming down my face) I had written a post on a tiny little msg board about a guy that worked there that was groping teenage girls on the subway. one of the girls snapped his picture, and they printed it in all the boston papers, and it was all over the news. They also printed his name. I fond this creepy and funny, seeing how the pervert shared a small office building w/ my company. Apparently, someone at that company saw the post and I guess it got back to the CFO of my company and that's how it happend.

He tore into me for about 15 minutes, saying I broke confidentiality agreements (we don't have one, btw) and opened the company up to lawsuits (bullshit) my boss sat there and would tag up with him and snap at me. All I could do was apologize and sob. He told me to pack up what I came in with and get out. They threw me out of the building. I coldn't even pack up my desk. He never told me specifically during all this exactly what I had done, he just kept saying you know what you did. I walked back to my cube, picked up my bag, sobbed and left. A wk later the woman in HR calls, she claims SHE doesn't know what happened or the exact reason why I was fired.

Post firing: Cried for hours nearly every day for a month. Hve been devastated, and lost. Still am. That job was everything to me. I loved it more than I've ever loved anything in my life. I was good at it. For the first time in life, I felt like I had direction...and in the blink of an eye, it went away.