Okay, I’ve had a chance to wade through this thread and I figure it’s about time I put my two cents in, since this is all about me.
To recap the details of my situation, I was informed at the end of June that I was getting my two-weeks notice of being relaeased. My boss had just landed an old friend of his to step into the office general manager position which had been vacant for the last two years and the new guy’s arrival would make my job redundant. He therefore offered to have me written off as a lay-off to make me eligible for Employment Insurance (aside: a couple years ago, the Canadian government, in its infinite Liberal Party wisdom, decided to spend several hundred million dollars changing Unemployment Insurance to the more friendly sounding Employment Insurance). Further, he offered to let me finish the few projects I had begun on a contract basis to be paid out on an hourly rate which is actually slightly higher than my average hourly rate over the last six months. I agreed to his terms because I’m a month away from a wedding and need to make those extra bucks. There are no taxes being deducted from those hours because I will technically be sub-contracting to them and am, therefore, responsible for paying my own taxes.
As has been speculated above, the two weeks I spent in the office were as unproductive as I could get away with. I gave the new guy the bare minimum training required to bring him up to speed with how things are done around the office. However, when he conceded that he is computer illiterate, I suddenly forgot to teach him how to access the many files he needs to get to to do his job (which are located, variously, on a PC, a Mac running OS 7 and a Mac running OS 8, all three of which are using different spreadsheet and word processing software). In the meantime, I managed to spend a lot of time driving around the city, picking up supplies for our field guys, dragging 10 minute trips into half hour or two hours excursions. Also, although my computer does not have internet access, it sure has solitaire. I managed, in a single sitting, to play eighty games. And then there was the thirty-minutes-at-a-time napping (my former office is located at the very back of the building, so it’s usually pretty easy to sneak a couple winks without anyone being the wiser). As final touches, I dropped an April Fools gag onto one of the computers which causes the cursor to bounce around the screen like it’s on a spring every time you touch the mouse and changed the font on several of my files to Zapf Dingbats.
The hourly work I’ve been doing has been quite labour-intensive (did I mention this is a construction company?), which has forced me to slow down to a snail’s pace, since I’m not really in labour-intensive shape. I suppose this could get me in some trouble, except that the company is desperately understaffed right now and several of the projects I’m working on require me since I’m the only guy on staff who has even the slightest clue how to do them.
I have no intention of working even one second for them in August, and they’ll be woefully unprepared for me to stop showing up if they continue to get specialized work that only I am trained to do. How sad for them.
My attitude since they dropped the bomb on me has been “Fuck 'em” and I see no reson to change that attitude. I have been nothing but loyal and dependable for two and a half years, but factions within the company have conspired to squeeze me out. My only hope for the future for them is that they lose bags of money in the immediate future trying to fill my shoes and failing miserably.
As for the legality issue, it has been my experience in the construction industry in Alberta for the past eight years that employees have even fewer rights than part-timers and temp workers. Notice is not required for firing, benefits are not required, labour disputes virtually cannot be filed and awards coming from them are not enforced. Frankly, from my perspective, I’m getting off pretty easily.