The fall of ’73 [14 Sept] was the time when I told my boss that I was pregnant. I had quit grad school in ’71 and was working as the “front office girl,” putting hubby through grad school. Prior to that day, I had been considered an excellent employee — getting 6 [$50/month] raises in less than 2 years.
My plans were to take the two weeks off [what was allowed by the company] and then return to work. My husband was writing it up his research and preparing for orals so he would be home much of the time and the wife of another grad student would watch the baby when he couldn’t.
The office manager and boss quit talking to me. The plant manager talked to me only when they weren’t around. Instead, they left notes on my desk. One note told me to train the new hire to substitute for me while I was gone. There was just the office manager and me in the office so I knew I was training my replacement. Part of my duties was filing, so I did some checking on hiring/firing and I noticed that the Christmas bonus had been the same for all salaried employees since the company started: 2 weeks pay. We got paid twice a month instead of every two weeks so the bonus was essentially that two-weeks pay.
On 14 December, they handed out the paychecks; and, instead of getting a bonus check, I got a note telling me to collect my things and leave. I was fired. So I gathered up my “things,” including the company history, and waited until my husband could pick me up. We went to the unemployment office and I filed for unemployment — the only time: 8 months pregnant, the working member of the household, fired without just cause. I got benefits and the company got fined and put on probation.
After our son was born, I babysat until hubby graduated and got a job, returned to school, got a couple of more degrees, and worked full time for ~30 years. One son has his own company and the other is a data analyst and consultant. The company I worked for has disappeared.
Medical experts say the short-term memory is the first to go… that is why dementia patients seem to dwell on the past. Humor them and thank them for sharing…
This one hits a little too close to home. I know too many people my age who can flawlessly remember and tell stories from their teenage years, but can’t remember they told me that same story twenty minutes ago.
Nuke Road Warrior 16 days ago
A plugger can remember every detail about what happened 41 years ago, what they had for dinner yesterday not so much.
Gent 16 days ago
Better than fighting like cats n doggies eh.
PraiseofFolly 16 days ago
“Be Kind … DON’T Rewind.”
bobpickett1 16 days ago
Amen
juicebruce 16 days ago
Thanks for the memories …..
Fishenguy Premium Member 16 days ago
Fall of 73… Marine bootcamp Parris Island, SC!
goboboyd 16 days ago
Assuming the stools in foreground are on the outside of the counter… Boys, you’re in the way.
Zen-of-Zinfandel 16 days ago
She wanted to be homecoming queen.
ctolson 16 days ago
Because they know it leads to a string of “Yeah buts”.
GreenT267 16 days ago
The fall of ’73 [14 Sept] was the time when I told my boss that I was pregnant. I had quit grad school in ’71 and was working as the “front office girl,” putting hubby through grad school. Prior to that day, I had been considered an excellent employee — getting 6 [$50/month] raises in less than 2 years.
My plans were to take the two weeks off [what was allowed by the company] and then return to work. My husband was writing it up his research and preparing for orals so he would be home much of the time and the wife of another grad student would watch the baby when he couldn’t.
The office manager and boss quit talking to me. The plant manager talked to me only when they weren’t around. Instead, they left notes on my desk. One note told me to train the new hire to substitute for me while I was gone. There was just the office manager and me in the office so I knew I was training my replacement. Part of my duties was filing, so I did some checking on hiring/firing and I noticed that the Christmas bonus had been the same for all salaried employees since the company started: 2 weeks pay. We got paid twice a month instead of every two weeks so the bonus was essentially that two-weeks pay.
On 14 December, they handed out the paychecks; and, instead of getting a bonus check, I got a note telling me to collect my things and leave. I was fired. So I gathered up my “things,” including the company history, and waited until my husband could pick me up. We went to the unemployment office and I filed for unemployment — the only time: 8 months pregnant, the working member of the household, fired without just cause. I got benefits and the company got fined and put on probation.
After our son was born, I babysat until hubby graduated and got a job, returned to school, got a couple of more degrees, and worked full time for ~30 years. One son has his own company and the other is a data analyst and consultant. The company I worked for has disappeared.
ladykat 16 days ago
Yes, it is.
raybarb44 16 days ago
I was in the Army stationed in Germany……
nsaber 16 days ago
Sure, I remember everything that happened 50 years ago, some of which actually happened.
alkabelis Premium Member 16 days ago
Especially when it’s my wife telling it.
g04922 16 days ago
Medical experts say the short-term memory is the first to go… that is why dementia patients seem to dwell on the past. Humor them and thank them for sharing…
wildlandwaters 16 days ago
or, maybe not!
62kathleenhicks 16 days ago
If you stop his “roll” will just have to start over-NOT!
puddleglum1066 16 days ago
This one hits a little too close to home. I know too many people my age who can flawlessly remember and tell stories from their teenage years, but can’t remember they told me that same story twenty minutes ago.
eddi-TBH 16 days ago
There needs to be a way to mark people who have already told all their stories to everyone they know. Then aim them at newcomers.