I'm Still an A-Hole

Yesterday, the hopes and dreams of a young Los Angeles Associate in my office came crashing down around him when he was fired—over the phone. Yes, we are big-time a-holes at my company, the whole lot of us. The best part of the sordid tale is that I was brought into this office to hire and train his replacement two weeks before they actually fired they guy. I just slowly started “helping” him with projects and “taking things off his plate.” The day before he got axed, he came into my office to ask if there was anything he could help me with because “I feel like there really isn’t anything for me to do here anymore.” Ironic isn’t it. I replied in my most cheery voice, “No, I’m all set here, thanks!” Because we’re a-holes, the VP fired him over the phone, after lunch; he cried a little. I secretly took pictures with my camera phone while pretending to call building security. I emailed them to colleagues who printed them on 8x10 glossies and hung them up in the kitchen. We are a-holes. Speaking of… we’re looking to hire a new a-hole to join out team. Email me if this sounds like a place you’d like to work.