How do you Handle Being Fired?

I walked from a job in Memphis back in the 80s for something similar. I had taken a job with a computer company, as a technician. After a couple of months my boss cut my pay because I didn't know how to repair this particularly odd restaurant system they started selling. He was taking advantage of me because I was in a bunch of legal shit at the time and couldn't afford to make any changes.

He said I'd get my money back when I could handle calls on that equipment by myself. I hit the books and mastered the damned thing in a month. A month later I was taking all of the calls for it because the other guys were doing overtime installing for Wal-Mart.

I got my shit together on the system and had become its only field support. I go in asking about my money and my boss starts feeding me shit (why do they always want to talk about the economy). This pissed me off. I called my former boss, who had fired me for being a drunken playboy, and explained everything. Since I could work on this new system, he offered me a position in Atlanta, IF I stayed out of jail.

The last thing I did in Memphis was have a very short meeting to discuss my pay. As expected the boss fed me more shit. So I said something like, "Ok, well, I'm going to move to Atlanta then". I'll never forget how stunned he looked, before the rage set in I guess. One of our lead techs had quit the week before to go work for a scale company, so he was officially fucked and was a hand short on Wal-Mart (a very demanding customer who would fine you if you were late on shit).

After I left they lost another tech who told me it went downhill fast. They didn't lose Wal-Mart, but they did lose the restaurant system they gigged me for due to inadequate support. Atlanta was amazing in the 80s, tech companies all over the place and lots of expansion. My paycheck nearly doubled as I started doing more sales. Atlanta was like the nuclear power plant of commerce in the region. Memphis was a steam engine by comparison.

 

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That’s cool, the face is worth it!
Thanks for that......
It’s always when it’s too late that they realise.

I guess once you make your mind up, no amount of sorry gets you back.

I actually walked straight into another job.
(The missing part of that story as a mechanic and why I got sacked)
I split up with my girlfriend, ie got dumped.
I cried my eyes out. There’s more to that......
But that in itself is another mental story!

anyway, her dad finds out I was sacked for taking a day off, he offers me an interview.
I was a young man, I arrived at the family home clearly hung over from a session of jack Daniels. I started the following morning.

happy days. the dad actually felt sorry for me.
Briefly, the reason why we split. I wasn’t a Christian! (She went to uni and got brainwashed by a cult) I was the victim of that!

Just madness, I thought it was just an excuse to get rid of me, but it turns out to be true! I found out she had an official thing, is it ordained? Or reborn.... anyway, a ceremony of some sort.

I worked for them until, guess what. Money.
I need a raise, I’ve proved my worth, we do overtime for time off in lieu, except you can never take the time, as we were a small number of guys working in a warehouse, serving the 19 shops he owned plus 3 more being served out of his unit.
No, sorry we will talk....blah blah, went on for two weeks, that’s it, handed in my notice.

sure enough, oh let’s talk.....
Nah.
You had a chance mate.
Ta ta.

off I went again......
Then I got into engineering.
That was the last in last out ruling.

then I was a glazier!
Another job.....ten years went by!
I left there through my own choice.

(drugs issues, I had to quit a bad habit)
I needed no money for a while.
So I quit. My mum helped me recover.

now I’m back! And I think I’m set on a good career path? But who knows?
The next ten years from quitting the glass were the biggest merry go round of my life!

then I found this place........