I hate to be the materialistic weasel...

But I just got shitcanned today from work. It was actually effective close-of-business yesterday (9/11) but they didn’t bother to officially inform me until 3:30 P.M. CST today. As my emplyer is on the east coast, I can just imagine how it went down:

“Okay, I’m heading home for the day. Get that report out soonest, and see if there’s any change of status on the new fielding locations. And oh yeah: call that shitbag ExTank and tell him he’s fired, effective yesterday.”

If I werent’ so emotionally drained from yesterday, I would feel more strongly about it right now.

But all is not lost: my employers have pulled some seriously bogus shenannigans, and this is going to come right back around and shoot them in the ass like a gun with a big U-shaped barrel.

I already have a lawyer willing to work on a contigency basis based upon my statements, and the statements of two other coworkers, willing to sign affidavits on my behalf.

With all that has and is still happening, my little slice of shit-pie is pretty manageable, and I’m sure that I’ll land on my feet, running, pretty damned soon.

But it still blows.

Damn, that sucks. Hope something else comes through soon. And go get 'em, tiger. {Rob}

Nail them to the wall, my friend.

Good luck, get some!

Sorry to hear about it, ExTank. I hope you find something soon.

Good luck, Dude.

Thanks, all of you. To the Dallas/Ft. Worth Dopers: I’m back! And since I’m sick and tired of the road-life (inspite of the great opportunities to meet and greet various Dopers across the country), my job search is going to be heavily centered about the D/FW Metro area.

Any hints, tips or leads would be appreciated.

Let me get this straight. You write me my very first SDMB email, thanking me for a post in one of the endless gun control threads, then disappear, then return, and now you’re moving back to the city that I moved away from a year and a HALF ago?!

I’m going to get you for this, mister. Just you wait.

Oh, and your ex-bosses suck blow spoiled chowder.

My first constructive tip: poison my (former) bosses.

Hmmmmm…if they die, I can’t drag their dirty, soiled laundry into a court of law.

Nah. Thanks anyway, Phouka. As far as “getting” me, line forms to the left; please take a number.