I don’t usually make pit threads, but I had an interesting experience in dysfunctional office politics that I thought would be fun to share.
I found some temporary database maintenance work through a staffing agency for about two weeks in mid-August. Nothing exciting, but something to do while waiting for school to begin. The agency tells me this will be a three-day assignment, I say okay and go ahead with it. Turns out when I get there that this company has more like three months, not days, worth of work to be done. Not sure what on earth made them think they had three days worth, but oh well. I figure I’ll just do what I can despite their misrepresentation to the agency of the scope of the project, which was more than a little inconsiderate to begin with.
So then they ask me on the third day (since it’s obvious I’ll never finish in three days) if I wouldn’t mind staying a few more days to get more done. I was hesitant to commit because I knew a forty hour week wasn’t in the cards since my morning classes would be starting the following week. I told them sure, but I’d only be able to manage 5-6 hours a day. They say no problem. I call the agency the following week and make sure they’re on the up-and-up about the reduced hours during the extension, and everyone is on the same page. So here’s where things go stoopid …
The last two days I’m there (last Thursday & Friday), the two people I reported to for the assignment were out of the office on business, so I had to “check in” with the one of the assistants so they could keep track of my hours. No biggie, or so I thought. I come in Friday morning (ten minutes later than I said I would, uh oh …) and go to check in with this girl, who then proceeds to talk down to me about how I’m conducting myself. :dubious: She says that “this being your last day on this assignment and all, just as a word of advice, you should try to work on being more punctual and timely in your future endeavors, both in your personal life and in your career”. I’m paraphrasing, of course, because it didn’t come off that eloquently when said while wearing a condescendingly insecure, fake smile with raised eyebrows and a nervous glare, as though she were doing her best to mask a seething disdain for me. I guess I deserved it, being a temp who was now ten minutes late on top of an already shortened schedule. I wonder in hindsight if anyone even told this girl that I wouldn’t be in at 9:00 every morning.
I begin to respond to her before she adds something along the lines of “… and you should also work on maintaining your professionalism”, as if to say “don’t talk back, or else”. Of course, being from the agency, I understood that I had to fulfill a certain decorum, but I continue with my response anyway, saying that “in all honesty, I only volunteered to stay here a few more days contingent on the fact that everyone was okay with my reduced hours”. She tells me I was supposed to be here at 11:30, not 11:40. I tell her I had a drive that could be anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour long and that this place was many miles away from my campus, before she cuts me off again by saying how she "has to drive an hour in the morning too, and so-and-so has to drive from even farther away, and what’s-her-face flies in from Minnesota, etc. etc. An exaggeration, of course, but you get my point. She was now apparently convinced that I was intentionally being late to personally spite everyone else’s best efforts to be on time, it seems … and this, of course, makes me so unprofessional as to not deserve the job. Before I can even say anything else (not that there’s any way to respond to this woman to begin with), and perhaps sensing the fact that I’m not intent on listening to her “advice”, she blows a fuse and tells me that I can leave, because I’m fired. She says it twice, in fact. Damn, fired on my last day … there goes my pension.
I call my staffing manager at the agency to have a post-assignment evaluation a few hours later, after I’ve had some time to sort out the events of the morning in my head. Pretty standard procedure for the agency to find out how things went and whether everyone was satisfied. I told the agency that I was concerned about the incident hurting my future eligibility, but it turned out that I wasn’t the only one who called … Little Miss Warpath called her that morning to vent at my manager about how I was “repeatedly late to work and confrontational when spoken to about it this morning”. My manager goes to bat for me on the phone with this loon, asking her, most importantly “Uh, who are you and where are the supervisors Martin was working with? To date, no one has had a single complaint about his job performance or his timeliness, and more importantly, who gave you any authority to terminate him if your sole responsibility was to take his hours?” They basically put her in her place for being a nosy, condescending bitch, and said I had nothing to worry about after the way she spoke to them on the phone, because the woman was clearly just as unreasonable with them as she was with me.
And to think, this girl was all smiles and helpful to me the first week I was there, even making casual conversation with me before this whole psychotic outburst. I’m curious if anyone came in this morning and told her what an idiot she was when they found out she fired that “nice young temp guy” for no apparently good reason. One guilty look from a co-worker towards her would be enough retribution for me. I should add that this is only the second time in my life that I’ve been “fired”, but I’m just not sure if it really counts. :: shrug ::