I was told this monday i'm being thrown out of my job as "the work is drying up". Fine, as i'm a temp. I had a flurry of job interviews and stuff over the past 48 hours and i needed time to sort this all out so i asked the HR Director who said this is fine. I went home, made the calls (all of which didnt lead anywhere) then get a call back from my recruitment agency because i left early (which they agreed to!!!!) and i "made a big mistake" this morning which needed to be redone in my absence.
So they said not to come back tomorrow or friday.
I'm really angry right now because i've had no training (i been there for 3 weeks), all this morning i was alone and i have expressed concerns at the lack of training or documentation for me to follow. There's one guy who knew what to do, and he was off sick today so i was essentially idle all morning while the other people said "i have my own things to do".
The recruitment consultant puts it down to a "lack of communication" but i dont know.
Someone please make me feel better.
I used to work for a temp agency. One assignment was for a BofA Headquarters and I worked on the loading dock (truck off-loading, recycling, paper & package delivery). They paired me up with this fraile white guy from N. Africa that spoke mostly arabic that was a little hard to communicate with at times and had many french like girly mannerisms.
The problem was that there was heavy lifting that needed to be done repeatedly, and he was a skinny and very effeminate guy. After several days of my doing most of the recycling, because the other guy was slow from struggling to lift giant garbage cans full of paper, I decided that he really needed start carrying his own weight.
One hot summer afternoon, I pushed a big ass cart full of boxes of new paper to goto the building across the street. Which we had to deliver and bring back the big cans of paper to be recycled on the same cart. As soon as I push the cart across the street and am about to start offloading heavy boxes of paper, this punk ass African dude decides he needs a cigarette break. Right before all the actual work. All he did was walk across the street while I maneuvered a cart of paper that probably weighed as much as a VW Bug with the gear in neutral.
To make a long story short, after I off loaded the entire cart and picked up all the recycling bins by myself, I push the heavy ass cart back outside were "Frenchy the Arabic African Queen" decided he was finally finished with his cigarette and was just about to come back inside to help :rolleyes; O I push the cart over to him and say "Here, Ive done all the work so far, so now I'm taking a cigarette break". I pull out a cig, and start walking across the street leaving him with that heavy as cart to push back to the office. He was bitching about it as I walked away, but I didn't care, I was hot, sweaty, and tired. 20 minutes later he showed back up to the office (on the back side of the building back across the street from where we just where) crying and complaining about how I left him to do all the work while I went on break.
2 weeks later, they used that as part of a reason to let me go, but it was their bad, because they let the other guy go about 2 weeks after that. Apparently he couldn't do the (heavy part of) work and the new temp had complained so they let Frenchy go too. Bitter Sweet.
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