nogga ... nogga ... not gonna work here anymore
it amazes me how some companies handle terminations. where i work, when you get fired, as far as everyone else in the company knows, you just didn't come back from lunch. you cease to exist once you no longer work here. it boggles the mind. one time [at band camp] i asked a supervisor what happened to dion, a guy whose cube neighbored mine, and whom i hadn't seen in about a week. the super replied, "dion who?". as it turned out, the one who i asked was the one who fired him a week prior to our conversation. poor dion. least i got a good stapler out of it. i like the kind that fold all the way open. Matt @ 4:24 PM