Some Call Me Tim

Just filed a claim.  It all went fairly smoothly.  Walked in and was handed a clip-board and a form to fill in.  Twenty minutes later a I sat with a woman who confrimed everything and gave me some instructions.  All fairly painless.  I have to log my weekly actions for applications and the like.

Also, I am contacting the Human Resources department to get all my files and the like, and set up an exit interview.  I’m going to make up a list of grievences, so at least I’ll get my two cents in.  I am sure it won’t get my job back, or in any way improve my situation, but I hope to make a little stink and work for them.

Petty, sure, but justified, I feel.

So… I was fired yesterday.  That was exciting.  Evidently shit occasionally runs laterally as well… Ususally when your boss doesn’t like you anyway.  A co-worker cashed a check not drawn on my bank, to a non-customer.  The check ended up being fraudulent.  I had my own customer at the time.  Now, because said teller waved the check in the air from down the teller line and said “Should I just charge the ten dollar fee?”, and I said “Sure”, not even looking at the check, assuming she knew her job.

Anyway, evidently this is a fireable offense, despite the fact I have heard of other employees doing far worse things, losing far more money for the bank, and only getting a PIP (Performance Improvement Plan).

So, there it is.  I am terminated because of someone else’s mistake.  Se la vi, I suppose.  Nancy, I am sure, has had it in for me for a while now, and really was just looking for any excuse.  I am not sure what I did initially to make her opinion of me go that way.  Personally I feel that Nancy is not happy unless she has someone to constantly hen-peck and criticize.  She did it to a previous employee.  I guess I was just her next target.

So, in short, I am angry and jobless.  This blog will be a rant-fest and a journal about my efforts to become a working man again.  I am going to the unemployment office tomorow.  For some reason I never thought I’d do that in my lifetime.

The good news is that my family seems to be very supportive and understanding.  My wife, especially, has been a source of strength and support the past couple of days.

Love ya, Babe.