Actually, that’s one of the “milder” stories I got about the place…
Funny(?) thing is, the Friday before, I was stressed out from the unrelenting abuse they heaped on me (and not just me), so I asked my boss for next week off, as I’d already accrued a full week of vacation. He balked, saying it “wasn’t a good time” to take off. I told him a week of vacation or a week of sicktime, his choice.
That whole next week I just stayed home to decompress, so I was home the entire time. I called AmEx that Monday, and the whoooooooole week, no one from the company called me. Point being, they got the call from AmEx while I was still there.
That Friday, late afternoon, I called. The receptionist sounded like she was talking to a ghost. I asked for Boss-Man, she transferred me over, he answers…
“Hey, HisNameHere, it’s me.”
“Oh… hi…”
“So, HisNameHere, should I bother coming in to work on Monday?”
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“Well… no… I guess not.”
“Well, thanks for telling me.” —click—
Prime Grade-A asshats.
Like I said, sometimes you just gotta wash their stank offa you.
Still, it’s asshats like those, at asshat companies, that make me appreciate the good ones.