'Plaint of the Playwright

'Plaint of the Playwright

[ Monday, March 22, 2004 ]

Given my papers.

Pink-slipped.

Booted.

Ousted.

Caught in a restructuring.

Rendered redundant.

HISTORY.

Today, all of these things are me.

That's right, at about two in the afternoon I was fired from my job as a bank teller.

The reason I was given was that someone called the vice president of the bank to tell her that they were shocked that I was still alowed to work there. I, apparently, never smile, never talk, and that they actively avoid that branch of the bank because I work there.

The V.P. told me that when she tried to think about anything about me that would contradict that statement, she could come up with nothing.

Although she gave me a raise less than two months ago becuase she heard I had made tremendous improvement at the bank, she assured me that this was not enough.

Asking for my side of the story was not neccessary, so she got my bag and my coat, and escorted me out.

I didn't even get to say goodbye.

I asked why I had to leave right then, and I was told that bank policy is that this is how they handle it. With me sneaking out the back door.

They told me it was for my benefit that they do it this way.

I sugggested that if this were truly for my benefit, that they may have given me at least enough time to find another job.

They didn't have an answer for that.




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