So I show up for work last week. I pull into the employee’s parking garage and my card doesn’t open the turnstile. Hmmm. I ask the other cars behind me to back up so I can pull into the other turnstile. Still doesn’t work. Again, hmmm. So I park in the visitor’s parking area, which is a pain in the ass because I work in a campus-like setting, and visitor parking is waaay on the other side of where I work.
As I get to the entrance rotunda (the facility is very high security), I buzz Security to let me in because my card isn’t working. It’s happened before because of some screw up and it usually means me having to go to security and get it remagnetized or something. As I enter the rotunda, the security guard takes my card and tells me that I’ve been terminated.
Huh???
If you don’t have a card, the only way you can get into my working area is to be escorted by your manager. So I call my manager. No answer. I call my manager’s manager. No answer. I wait. I can hear my deadlines whizzing by. After two hours of hanging around and trying to get hold of somebody, I think, “Hey, a day off,” leave a final message and off I go home. I try to dial into my computer remotely, and, guess what? I no longer have access. I relax. I swim. I watch bad television.
Next day I get a call from my manager who is all frantic. “Why didn’t you call my cell?!” Well, because your contact information is on my computer, which I no longer have access to. She tells me to hang on, they’re trying to get it straightened out. Further deadlines whizz by, and the reconciliation report for Brazil looks like it’s not going to be submitted on time, which is A Very Bad Thing. My collegues in Brazil are getting panicky because they have no idea what’s going on, only that whenever they send me an e-mail, they get a message back: “No longer in the global directory.” I feel absolutely no stress. Not my screw up.
They finally get it straightened out last Friday. It seems like somebody in HR in New York clicked the wrong button, or looked the wrong way, or some damned thing, and not only I, but about 50 other lucky contestants also became “terminated.” We no longer exist in the eyes of my company.
I’m just now getting access to all my accounts, voice mail, e-mail, and crap I haven’t discovered yet, but I was the lucky one. Those other 50 people? They were already here and working like the corporate drones we are when they were terminated. Security came to each and every one of them at their desks, told them to clear out their shit, and walked them out.
When it happened to me, I knew it was a screw up that would eventually be made right. I can’t imagine those other people, though. With the embarrassment and stress that they probably felt, I can’t imagine they’re happy employees.
There’s a moral here, but damned if I can see it.