How to handle the firing of a co-worker

Most of the stuff I write can be written off as subjective, but so is most of what you read and hear anywhere. I’ve commented before on my lament for “how to fix your life” articles. These are all over the internet. This morning I saw one on MSN titled “8 Ways to Prepare Your Young Child for a Grandparent’s Death”. I don’t have any kids, but wanted to see what kind of profound advice could be given on a heavy subject. Nope didn’t learn anything, everything in the article I’ve heard or read before. As you might expect this subject is a case by case basis.

Of course most “how to fix your life” articles always leave a way out for a case by case basis. Which begs me to ask, if even the writer knows there is no simple answer on some subjects why are they giving simple answers? We all need a pay check right? I just have to figure out how to leverage myself into writing generic baseless drivel.

My first offering here is actually pretty good advice in my own opinion.

You might be surprised to know that despite my strong feelings towards “The Man”, I’ve never been fired. Not saying it will never happen; somehow I’ve just always escaped the axe. To my credit, I get my work done, I produce, and I am punctual. Sometimes I think this really confuses “The Man” because they would be morons to think I am content, but yet still manage to get my work done in an efficient manner. Yet they don’t see me as a face of the company type person. When it comes to dressing for work, I do what I have to. If I dressed for the job I wanted, I would be wearing cargo shorts and a t-shirt to work.
Somehow though, I manage to make it through lay-offs. Honestly I don’t even feel fortunate about that. Two “The Man’s” ago they were laying people off and giving a decent severance package. I was hoping I would be one of the people, but alas it was not to be. Too productive, it’s a burden I carry.
While I don’t know anything about being let go, I am an expert on being around after someone else was. This is my anecdotal commentary on how to handle you after a co-worker is canned.
It still amazes me what people say loudly in a work environment. At the last lair, the VP and part owner of the company told a black co-worker “I live in a gated community; they don’t let your kind in there.” The co-worker laughed it off, I was impressed by his shrug it off attitude, but I was thinking how much of an idiot the VP was (and still is). I hear news stories all the time about lawsuits for comments that were less. And the VP is one of those people who if you spend a day with, you’ll probably have 10-15 comments that are offensive. Like his penchant for accusing any woman with short hair of being a lesbian. I am rambling and could write a whole article about that. My point for bringing that up is everyone knows we live in a litigation friendly society. Bosses aren’t supposed to talk about the terms of someone else’s termination, but they do. No it’s not illegal to talk about such matters, but it is stupid. Defamation of character suits anyone? I am not saying I agree with all of the litigation, just stating facts that lawsuits are everywhere.
Given this one would think that management of a company or organization would be cognizant that they needed to zip their lips and not make insults towards any present or former employees. Oh yes us worker bees need to zip our lips too no doubt. I say this all the time, but if someone sues me. They are not getting much. If they sue “The Man” they may not get rich, but they could probably yield a few steak dinners to heal their emotional distress.

So without anymore rambling, here are some tips on what to do after a co-worker has been fired:

1. Do not trash the co-worker
Even if the person was the worst co-worker ever, do not gloat if they get the axe. Maybe it was for just cause, but when you work in an at-will environment. When “The Man” decides to get rid of you it will also be for “just cause”. My first day at the YMCA, I was told to keep an eye on a co-worker and let my supervisor know if he did anything wrong. I went right up to Chris Stoy the co-worker I was supposed to watch and told him what I was told. Now that may not have been very smart as it could have been a test and it was my first day on the job. However, I never regretted the decision. Chris Stoy and I became friends and worked together that whole year, and a couple of summer camps. By the way, I never observed him doing anything out of line. The supervisor who wanted me to tattle started missing a lot of work due to illness. The same people she was plotting with to get rid of Chris Stoy, got rid of her. After her firing she was telling me how bad the Y was and how they didn’t treat people well. Asked me where the “Christian” was in YMCA. Now on a side note, the Y has politics just like any company. It was the only thing I hated about the Y. The job itself, I loved. Kind of one of those “yeah but you’re gonna deal with that anywhere you go things”, except the job was rewarding enough that when you were doing your job and not sitting in meetings, you forgot all about the crap.

Now Chris Stoy was qualified to be the supervisor (site director was the actual title), but there was still the element at work in the Y management that didn’t care for him. I’m not telling you anything he wouldn’t tell you himself. The same person, who was trying to get rid of him, eventually had her guns out for me too. Another reason why you don’t side with management when a co-worker is fired or being gunned for. The tables will probably turn at some point. Do not assume because “they like me” that you are immune. That is still management, and if it’s between them getting canned and you getting canned. Outside of running into someone of impeccable character, you will lose that battle of wills.

Here is something ironic, when the supervisor who was working with Y management was fired, guess who they put in charge? Me. I was technically Chris’ supervisor, but I knew he knew what he was doing. And he was a great help to me in my first stint in a leadership role.

Now, obviously there are cases where the co-worker is not going to be a Chris Stoy. Let’s face it, you hope they get fired. I’ve been in that situation too. However, you still do not trash the co-worker. Let them sink their own ship with management. An exception here is if they are doing something unethical or dishonest that could possibly implicate you if you stay quiet. Now when you leave the office and get around friends and family. Trash the co-worker all you want. You vent to them about your crap at work, and they can vent to you about their crap at work. This article is about when people are fired so let me once again get back on subject. My main point here is to fight the urge to have a gripe session with management about the recently fired co-worker. If you do they will feel like they can turn on the buddy face and covertly get information from you about other co-workers they want to fire, and possibly you.

2. Cut the cord
Unless you are really good friends outside of work with the recently canned, keep the contact to a bare minimum as they could just be pumping you for information to use against you. They could just be trying to get you to say something incriminating to bring other people down with them. If you’re not good friends with them, there is no reason to have this conversation. However, you even have to be careful with “friends”. From my estimation about life there are very few friends and even family you can bare your soul to and know that it won’t go any further than their ears.

3. No, I haven’t talked to them
Sometimes when “The Man” cans someone, “The Man” starts getting curious about how that person is getting along in post lair life. “The Man” might even play it off as concern when he or she asks “have you talked to “canned co-worker” lately?” Maybe you discovered that the co-worker is your soul mate and you just got engaged. Maybe you’re really good buddies and you’re going camping this weekend. This is none of “The Man’s” business. The canned co-worker no longer his or her concern, so do yourself a favor and just say “No I haven’t talked to them.” This is for a couple of reasons, number one you are denying “The Man’s” curiosity, and you remain mysterious. Remaining mysterious is a whole article too, but the less people at the lair know about your life outside of work, the better.

4. Don’t jump on the bandwagon
This could probably be a sub section of number 1, but number 1 is already pretty long. At the last lair, there was a lady I worked with who was upbeat most of the time and did good work. She wasn’t the most knowledgeable but did not shy away from problems. There was a point where she was missing a couple days of work a week due to health problems with her parents. In contrast the supervisor was missing a couple of days work a week himself due to illness. Naturally he needed to make an example of her, and they fired her. Right after the deed was done the supervisor and the operations manager called me over to let me know she was gone. I told them I kind of figured that when I saw her crying and packing up her stuff ten minutes earlier. The supervisor started telling me how bad of an employee she was. After listening to his spill, I simply said, “well I guess that was a decision you felt you had to make, but personally I did not have a problem with her.” True saying something like that could have made me an instant target. Keeping my mouth shut would have been better, but I knew my surroundings well. I worked there for three years after that. So picking your battles is obvious. They brought me into the situation by telling me how bad of an employee she was. I was letting them know that my backbone was present and accounted for, and that I wasn’t the person to come to for validation. The purpose of an employee is not to validate personnel decisions by management. Their validation will come over time if they made the right decision.

Grandad Briggs and me

My cousin Heather sent this pic to me. Her dad (Uncle Larry to me) has been taking tons of pictures for years.
I had never seen this picture before she sent it to me, probably 1977 or 1978.

Grandad Briggs and Me

Too bad none of Grandad’s talent rubbed off on me in the process of touching his guitar!

Total Randallness

WE PEEL FOR FREE
“WE PEEL FOR FREE”
(For the record, I took this picture while stopped at a light.)

In Texas we have all kinds of mobile shopping centers. Although, sometimes the vehicles aren’t mobile as they seem to sit in the same place for days, months, even years. On a Saturday at these mobile shopping centers you can pick up that Dixie flag with Hank Williams, Jr in the middle of the stars and bars, or a quilt with two wolves howling. Maybe you need a bed? At one of these mobile shopping centers you can get a hand carved bed frame, and other wooden furniture. I’ve even seen mini motorcycles for sale, baby furniture. You name it. However a requirement for the mobile shopping center is a truck selling shrimp. Now friends where I live is a good hour and a half from the Gulf of Mexico. The temperature has hit over 100 for a week straight. And that’s not the feels like temperature. If it feels like 107 to me, I’m sure it feels like 107 to the shrimp in these trucks. Oh sure, they ice them down, I’m assuming as I’ve never actually bought shrimp or food for that matter from a truck on the side of the road. Unless you count ice cream as a kid from the ice cream truck, or a corn dog and lemonade from those stands that used to set up in front of WEvil-Mart. That was back in olden times before they had snack bars inside of the stores, now instead of snack bars. They have Mickey D’s.
Anyway, back to the shrimp truck. I do like shrimp. It’s not something I can’t live without, but I do enjoy it every once in a while. Hopefully those restaurants are not buying their supply from a roadside truck like this. I guess I’m still here; maybe I have a parasite inside of me caused from shrimp from a roadside truck. That’s will be my answer the next time a little kid asks why I am so big. “I have a parasite alive inside of me presumably from a shrimp purchased from a roadside shrimp truck. It keeps getting bigger and will probably burst through my chest at any moment. So you might want to stand back.”
Sorry for that visual!

People in big trucks
Just an observation, I’ve noticed that half the people who drive big jacked up trucks try to impress everyone with their curb hopping skills with in their $40K trucks. Congratulations buddy! I almost could not do that in my Malibu if I didn’t have time to wait at the stop light. Congratulations on those thirty seconds you saved! On the other hand, the other half of people driving big trucks drive like they’re in one of those two door smart cars. This morning, I witnessed a big Toyota Tundra come to a complete stop so to miss a bath rug that was sitting in the road. True if you were travelling on the freeway at 70 plus mph, you wouldn’t know what it was until you came right up on it. This was on a 30 mph road, and the truck wasn’t even topping the speed limit. I wear glasses and could tell it was a bath rug from fifty feet away. Fortunately I was not in the same lane as the truck so I didn’t have to come to a complete stop with them.
Speaking of those smart cars, why do those people tailgate? Do they think it’s intimidating? A friend of mine summed the smart car up best as a “motor with a roll bar”.

Michael Jackson
I previously wrote about how Michael Jackson’s passing did not make me sad, mainly because I didn’t know him. Once again, to clarify I am not happy he died. I just didn’t have a personal connection with him. I am sad for his kids and the people who knew him. However, despite the weirdness surrounding him, I heard “Thriller” the other day and it reminded me of being in first or second grade in Pittsburg, KS. The song gives me some of those retroactive memories. I had a birthday party at Showbiz Pizza in Joplin, MO. Joplin is about a thirty minute drive from Pittsburg if memory serves me correct. For my birthday a kid from school gave me a poster of Michael Jackson, it was the same picture from the Thriller album cover. My Dad wouldn’t let me put the poster up, because Michael Jackson was “worldly”. So the poster stayed rolled up under my bed. There you have it, that’s my Michael Jackson memory.

Pop Machine
I was sitting in the waiting area at a tire shop Monday evening and noticed a small display that would flash different verbiage. It was in this order, “$1.25”, “Cold Drinks”, “47f”, $1.25” , “Cold Drinks”, “48f”, “$1.25”, “Cold Drinks”, “47f”, $1.25” , “Cold Drinks”, “48f”.
In case you missed it, it was switching between 47f and 48f every other time. Leading me to believe that the display has no connection to the refrigeration of the machine, I think an investigative report is needed. Hey, there was nothing to do in the waiting area.

Second String
I was curious why second string is called second string. According to the never wrong Wikipedia (Sinbad is dead you know?), second string refers to archers in medieval times. A second string was just that, a second string for the bow.
Actually Merriam-Webster did confirm this:
Etymology: from the reserve bowstring carried by an archer in case the first breaks

Favorite quote at the moment:
“And were an epitaph to be my story I’d have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover’s quarrel with the world.” -Robert Frost

Favorite dumb quote at the moment:
“He needs to get up off his high horse.” -Wes, a tool on “The Bachelorette”

Favorite lyric at the moment:
“Nobody knows you when you’re down and out” -Eric Clapton

Robert Frost: The Road Not Taken (1915)

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Speak for yourself.

No doubt Michael Jackson had a profound impact on music. Ignore the weirdness from the personal side of him and listen to the music. The man was talented. He was no doubt popular across the globe and you would expect there to be the mass media frenzy that is currently underway.
I read an article saying that “Generation X” knows it’s grown up now because Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcet died yesterday. Here is the quote:

“This,” he said, “is the moment when Generation X realizes they’re grown up.” said Gary Giovannetti, 38, a manager at HBO who grew up on Long Island awash in Farrah and MJ iconography.

If you buy into the Generation X definition I am in that group as I was born in 1976.
However, I did not realize I was grown up yesterday because Michael Jackson passed away. No offense Mr. Giovanetti, but you’re five years older than me and it did not take the death of two celebrities to let me know I was grown up. It would have been the deaths of people close to me, such as grandparents, endeared aunts and uncles, and some friends pretty close to my age, as well as paying bills, and working for “The Man”. If you’ve made it to 38 without feeling grown up, that’s great. I’m happy for you, but don’t speak for a whole generation. Speak for yourself.