That was a week ago. Today at 3pm we reviewed the projects again in preparation for wrap-up meetings. Again I got some great feedback on my performance and for creating these great new opportunities, and then my boss’s boss came in and said “I’m sorry, we’re going to have to let you go”.
He in fact wanted to have me escorted off the premises immediately. He actually looked frightened of me and left the room quickly. My boss said he would stay with me while I copied my personal files and cleaned out my stuff. We talked for a good hour about what had happened. He confessed to me, again off the record, unofficial etc… that his boss has been afraid of me for months, and when the decision had been made etc… He said that his boss was honestly afraid I would pull out a gun and shoot him.
An excerpt from a reader’s email to Kim du Toit, explaining how he was fired from a company after it was discovered that he lawfully carries a concealed gun while off the job.
Kim deals with this topic exhaustively. I’d just like to point out that at the company I run, with about 30 employees, I have one of these babies at the ready:
That’s a Sig-Sauer P239 in the .40 S&W caliber. But, in case I can’t get to it in time to do any good in a situation like this, or like any of these, I’d be more that happy to have a responsible employee (or two or three) packing heat. I’d feel a whole lot more at ease, I can tell you. In an office environment, you just never know for sure who’s going to come walking through that door.
Oh, and another thing; the “boss” depicted in this story is just another of your cowering ignoramuses who knows squat about guns or responsible owners of guns. And that’s fine. I don’t expect his values to be my values, but what smokes my ass is that such a fool can presume that he has any idea whatever about the relative merits or demerits of guns anywhere aground the workplace, amongst his workforce, or anywhere else in the world for that matter. He knows fear (begotten in ignorance), and that’s all. Yet, he has the gall to go into a voting booth and “give his opinion” on matters he knows fuck-all about.