Alaska news anchor Charlo Greene made herself pretty famous overnight by quitting her job in the most epic way since ... who knows? That JetBlue flight attendant who announced his resignation over the plane's loudspeaker, grabbed a couple beers, and slid (literally slid) away, then had his 15 minutes, and now he's just that one guy who flipped out on a plane? Maybe him?
Welllllll, I hope she won't be doing any PR for her new boss, cause her old one is gonna be paying a hefty fine to the FCC for her irresponsible F-bomb drop. That is NOT the way to quit your job on live air.
Thank goodness (per Mae West, of course, goodness has nothing to do with it!) for Wonkette where I can waste many hours of valuable work time being outrageously entertained and even make an occasional comment (when they sometimes maybe even allow comments, or do they?) otherwise I would def tell the micromanaging, neurotic, overly anxious, demeaning and condescending boss person the exact same thing that Ms. Greene did. Unfortunately, the mortgage is not paid off and the offspring is still in college.
When my parents decided to retire to California, where most of the extended family lives, and things at work had been getting weird, I gave a month's notice. I got called into the big boss's office, where he angrily declared that I couldn't quit. Excuse me? I later learned that the company that had recently bought that business closed it, so it's not like I'd have kept that job for long anyway.
That is amazing. HR at my last corporate job had, as their mission, to help middle-management weasels "document" employees they wanted to force out ... even if it meant fabricating bad performance reviews. NJ is a "fire at will" state, so this whole charade was carried out in order to hide dysfunction from upper management. Happy ending, the morons in the middle were eventually fired, but not until many of their best workers had quit in disgust.
I would be so tempted to say "can I have the steak knives?".
Welllllll, I hope she won't be doing any PR for her new boss, cause her old one is gonna be paying a hefty fine to the FCC for her irresponsible F-bomb drop. That is NOT the way to quit your job on live air.
Thank goodness (per Mae West, of course, goodness has nothing to do with it!) for Wonkette where I can waste many hours of valuable work time being outrageously entertained and even make an occasional comment (when they sometimes maybe even allow comments, or do they?) otherwise I would def tell the micromanaging, neurotic, overly anxious, demeaning and condescending boss person the exact same thing that Ms. Greene did. Unfortunately, the mortgage is not paid off and the offspring is still in college.
Wait! I thought Active was supposed to make things easier to digest.
Someone quit a job in Alaska on live tv...There is a Sarah Palin joke in here somewhere....
That. Is. AWESOME. Ok, you might be my new NEW favorite hero.
Now I got that MC Hammer song stuck in my head.
I think we found the new heroine for the Easy Rider reboot.
When my parents decided to retire to California, where most of the extended family lives, and things at work had been getting weird, I gave a month's notice. I got called into the big boss's office, where he angrily declared that I couldn't quit. Excuse me? I later learned that the company that had recently bought that business closed it, so it's not like I'd have kept that job for long anyway.
That is amazing. HR at my last corporate job had, as their mission, to help middle-management weasels "document" employees they wanted to force out ... even if it meant fabricating bad performance reviews. NJ is a "fire at will" state, so this whole charade was carried out in order to hide dysfunction from upper management. Happy ending, the morons in the middle were eventually fired, but not until many of their best workers had quit in disgust.
Mmmm ... unless she had a beef with the station, this strikes me as kind of -- shall we say, <i>unnecessary.</i>
&quot;Did we drone-bomb your wedding, Mohammed? Pardon for us.&quot;
That&#039;s kind of how I&#039;ve always imagined the atmosphere in telemarketing boiler rooms.
Particularly if the legalize-marijuana plebiscite fails.