I don't come in to work every day. Some semesters I do, but I prefer to have work days and school days. Yesterday was a school day, so I came in today at noon and found out about a billion things had happened since I was last here on Wednesday.
Firstly, there was pizza here. A coworker I'll call The Friendly Slacker said, "There's been some drama today." Then I saw Tito was in a tie and I said, "Where was the memo about dressing fancy?" and The Friendly Slacker said, "[The Friendly Redhead] got fired yesterday."
So those things might seem unrelated, but they actually are, to some extent. Tito was in a tie, it is surmised, because he had a job interview, livid about the way The Friendly Redhead was fired. The pizza was for Tito's birthday lunch, which seemed to some people as poor taste the day after the party line for the termination was "budget concerns." Today's drama was that the company president, who deserves many blog nicknames, but none of them are very safe for my career, agreed to let us continue having birthday lunches as long as they came from Godfather's, which, it was pointed out, is not the cheapest pizza place in town. It just seems a little too much like a firing party (which we've had before at this company).
The truth about The Friendly Redhead: this has been coming for months. She was way too integral to our process to just fire her out of the blue. She'd been marginalized and had to have known this was coming. Not that it was right. The reason they decided to move her out was because she was competent and sometimes didn't mind allowing that to highlight management's incompetence. However, there was nothing surprising about it happening, other than it being on a Thursday instead of a Friday. (Although we've fired people on Mondays here before. We do our own thang.)
The part of it that I disliked the most was the explanatory e-mail from the owner that read, in part: "I sincerely thank you all for your months or years of dedication to [Nameless Company] and want you to know my commitment to help grow all of [Nameless Company]." Wait, so we've shown dedication to the company, and in return the owner promises us that the owner is likewise dedicated to the owner's company? That's a pretty sweet deal for the two of them (owner and company), but not so much for us.
Several hours later, New Manager sent an e-mail saying, "I write to inform you effective Jan. 30th, 2009 [The Friendly Redhead] is no longer employed by [Nameless Company]." Uh, news flash, dude: that e-mail had already been sent by the owner eight hours before. But at least they didn't make The Friendly Redhead send her own termination e-mail, like they did for Crazy Angela of the misplaced boobs. (Old Manager followed that up, though, with a confirming e-mail, lest we think Crazy Angela was pulling our legs.)
This place sucks.