Thursday, March 12, 2009

I'm like totally freaking out

I'm totally freaking out because I'm getting ready to go meet Poor George in Chicago so that I can drive with him back here to San Diego. My excitement and anticipation of my road-trip vacation was interrupted this morning when I got pulled into a conference call with the VP of my division and Human Resources so that they could tell us my boss is being laid off.

My boss just lost his job. This is not good.

Then when the VP doing the call said "are there any questions?" I asked about the proverbial elephant-in-the-room: "Are you anticipating any reduction in his current staff?"

"No, we are not," the VP replied. Then came the sounds of muffled voices and a lot of paper shuffling and other related noises. Followed by the voice of the HR rep who was in the room with him:

"Well, no one can ever promise there won't be staffing changes. None of us has a guaranteed job in this environment."


But anyway, I'm not here to talk about that. I'm here right now at the request of Melinda June, who told her readers to ask me to blog about a book we both just read. You can click over to her post to see what book she's referring to; I don't want to be Googled and then found by the people I'm about to malign.

The book is a fascinating read, so I won't give away too much of it in case you want to "enjoy" it yourself. I'll just tell you it's about a particularly insidious form of child abuse, and that two of the offenders (the parents of the author) are going to rot in hell. At least if I have anything to say about it.

Of course, simply thinking these people are evil was not enough for a mildly retarded and often crusty Punchman. I decided to put my cyberstalking skills to good use by hunting down the address and phone number of said parents.

And then I called them.

I got their answering machine, upon which I left the following message:

"If this is Dr. and Mrs. Beers, I just wanted to let you know you should be asking God's forgiveness every single day for what you have done to your children." And then I hung up.

Mindy thinks this is one of the funniest things she has ever heard, although she also says she is glad I did it.

Next, I went to the author's website, got her email address and wrote her, asking about her current relationship with her parents. Not surprisingly, the author wrote back and said she doesn't speak to them any more.

(Well, maybe it's surprising that she wrote me back, but not surprising that she has cut her parents off. Well, actually, they probably cut her off. She didn't say.)

If you decide to read this book (whose title rhymes with the words "Beezus Hand") let me know what you think.



Bubs said...

Holy shit.

The layoff thing is scary. Never a good sign when your boss gets dumped (unless he really deserved the heave-ho and you helped push him out the door by going over his head).

I'll have to look up that book now.

SkylersDad said...

The layoff game is a horrible thing to have to go through, good luck George.

Flannery Alden said...

Hang in there, buddy...

Bubs said...

And by the way, that phone message story is hilarious.

Dale said...

Yay! Oh no! And yay again! Good luck on everything.

Anonymous said...

I'm so sorry about your boss, that REALLY makes things scary for you!!!

ESP since you and Poor George moved across country to be there for work!!

OK, I read the link to Mindy's blog-- but really couldn't find reference to the JESUS BLOG that she was saying??? I know there is a map on this blog, but it includes CA WA, ?? I'm sorry, I guess I'm just missing a big old point!!! Am I so Fing naive or what?? Tina

Mnmom said...

Want to read it soon!
Your phone message is inspired.
Lay offs stink. My husband was laid off over a year ago, with nothing solid since, just freelance.

Grant Miller said...

I think God wants you to be a full time blogger.

GrizzBabe said...

Oh,CP. I hope your company rebounds so that the remaining staff can keep their jobs.

Must read Beezus Hand.

vikkitikkitavi said...

Thanks for the tip, also must read Lesus Jand.