I'm Unemployed... Damn!

Today, I walked into the golf shop, fully intending to put in a substantially-less-than-two-weeks notice of my impending departure, only to be fired summarily before I got the chance. Not only was I fired, but I was also barred from the property, and my package from Amazon.com that arrived was refused (this is by far the most grievous offense). Why? Honestly, I don't have a good reason. While I am one who likes to initiate a good bridge burning and regret it later, I have to say that I was entirely magnanimous throughout the entire situation, doing everything I could to try to leave on good terms. The only reason I was going to put in a less-than-two-week notice was because my sources on the inside told me this was coming, so I was trying to preempt this ensuing mess. I failed.

Throughout this whole ordeal, I was basically treated like some "oxford-cloth psycho [who] might just snap, and then stalk from office to office with an Armalite AR-10 carbine gas-powered semi-automatic weapon, pumping round after round into colleagues and co-workers," regardless of the fact that they knew I took a better job (it was discussed in a frank, open, and friendly manner less than 20 hours earlier), and had already told them that I was leaving, and I quote myself here, "at a date within the next month that is most convenient for you." Apparently, that day was today. While I can't say I'm not frustrated with the whole situation (I actually liked the people I worked for until this and wanted to leave on good terms), the whole thing just strikes me as incredibly petty, and incredibly hilarious. Rather than just say, "Hey, actually, we really don't need you anymore, you can stop today, and good luck with everything in the future," they chose to make an issue over my "lack of interest in *** Golf Club and my inattention to its members and guests," (a charge we both know is bogus) and then give me ten minutes to grab my things and vacate the property. Totally uncalled for, and the absolute hardest way to go about it.

In conclusion, I no longer wanted to be a golf professional because of the accompanying petty bullshit, so, this petty bullshit makes perfect sense. I'll be on my way to join the khakistocracy now...