What to do if you think you’re getting fired

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First of all, here is a photo of rhubarb cobbler.

And this is my food blog post for all of yeterday’s commenters who think I would not be a good food blogger. You will love this post: it's about what to do if you think you're about to be fired.

1. Be really interesting. And fun. It's a lethal combination.
This photo looks disgusting, because that is the truth about food. Most of it looks disgusting. Even stuff that tastes good looks disgusting in a photo. It's like sex. If you have a cinematographer and three lighting guys and a foley artist who comes in at the end, then the sex looks great. But if you take a picture of yourself having sex, forget it. You look like gross, retarded animals.

So even good food looks disgusting. But this photo is not actually an example of that, because this rhubarb cobbler tasted disgusting as well. Too much flour, I think. Although Melissa kept saying it had too much butter. Maybe too much flour and butter and it needed more rhubarb.

The thing is that Melissa made the rhubarb cobbler. She has cooked exactly three times in the five weeks or so she has lived here. But I liked that she cooked. Cooking is so nice. It's just a generous and vulnerable thing to do for the person who is eating. So I didn’t care if she did a good job or not. I just liked that she tried.

This reminds me of the research about how people who are incompetent but likable almost never get fired. I mean, Melissa refuses to work on my goat cheese startup, and she seems to have lost my books in China (please, do not ask in the comments when my book is coming. It's coming) and she spends so much time obsessed with Cullen that it's like she has only half a brain when she's with me, but still, I like her so much. So I accept her rhubarb cobbler as an adequate attempt at doing valuable work.

2. Don't worry about who gets credit and who gets blamed. It's boorish to care.
We have tons of rhubarb in the garden, left from the people who owned the house before the farmer. The rhubarb is huge and all last year, while the farmer and I were fighting about that I could not get the bathroom tile installed so we were bathing by running up and down the Slip ‘n’ Slide Double Wave Rider, all last year people would come to the farm and say how could I let the rhubarb go unused. It is such good rhubarb.

So this year I've been diligent about pulling off flowers before they flower so the rhubarb lasts, and I give handfuls of it to everyone who comes by, because in the country everyone knows how to make rhubarb pie.

I made rhubarb pie.

I said, “Melissa. Take a picture of my pie. I need a picture.”

She said, “No. You'll write that my rhubarb cobbler sucked and your pie was great.

“No, I won't.”

“Yes you will.”

“Just take the picture.”

I saw her spending a lot of time on the picture. I had high hopes.

Here's what she took:

The pie was good. But, honestly, I sort of cheated. I got a crust from Trader Joe's. I love this brand. And it comes in pieces so it's hard to put together and I get to squeeze the edges so my finger prints are on the pie and I think people like that. Also, I mess around with the insides. Rhubarb is a flexible pie inside. I just need some sugary sticky stuff inside. So I put pie filling sometimes. Like, the paste of the canned blueberry filling, or strawberry applesauce. I buy the Whole Foods kind because expensive ingredients make you look like a good cook. (Remember this when I charge you and arm and a leg for humane goat cheese.)

Is it cheating, though, that people give me credit for being a good cook? I don't hide that I'm taking ingredients that are not from scratch. But really, don't tell me you make your pies from scratch. Do you harvest the wheat? I do. Well, I'm going to bale hay this summer. So it's sort of harvesting wheat. But I don't get credit for scratch, so neither do you.

And the thing is that people just want nice stuff. Good food, good conversation, interestingness in pie fillings. They don't care who gets credit—Trader Joe's, Whole Foods, whatever. People who stress the most about who gets credit and who deserves it are a bore, and they end up getting no credit because they end up getting fired.

So I say nothing about the pie. I do not fret about whether I should get credit or not, thanking the Farmer when he is effusive about each randomly mixed rhubarb non-recipe for pie I make. Well, I do fret, but I tell myself not to. It's so easy for me not to care about this stuff at work, and so much harder when it comes to food. But I think it's just because I'm new to cooking.

3. Prepare a speech.
I had to go to Madison to get food for dinner. We go there for cello. Who drives four hours round trip for a cello lesson for a five-year-old? Only a farm family, I think. Or an insane overachieving Westchester family, maybe. Both family types are insanely protective of the lifestyle they are determined to have.

On the way home, my neighbor Kathy called to see why I wasn't at home when she walked over to say hi. I tell her to wait—to just walk in and open a bottle of wine and we'll be there soon.

Kathy is upset because she thinks she's getting fired tomorrow.

Melissa and I ask her, “Why do you care? We've been fired a million times.”

Kathy tells us it's different in a small town.

I tell Melissa to take Kathy out to the field to collect nettles. It will cheer her up.

Kathy grew up on a farm. She is not going for the nettles. “Nettles?!?! Like, the weed? You eat those?”

I tell her the Farmer is obsessed with his book about how to forage for food. I do not tell her he is trying to teach himself to live off the weeds on his farm. I have empathy for Kathy. On my first date with the Farmer he served me dandelion leaves for salad. I thought he was too poor to buy real food, so I ate them all, to be respectful.

I explain to Melissa that Kathy will not be consoled with nettles.

They watch me cook.

Kathy stresses about getting fired. Melissa stresses about Cullen, which is sort of like stressing about getting fired, especially if one considers that her primary job is to get married.

I tell Kathy getting fired just means it was a bad match. She'll find something better to do.

Although I am not sure what else there is to do in Darlington besides work on a farm or in the school. But there must be something. Or if there isn't, there must be a big grant for creating Internet startup jobs in rural towns.

We eat rhubarb salad. It's not bad with canned mandarin oranges.

Melissa tells stories of getting fired like Vietnam vets tell stories about Phnom Penh. It's a lot of death with a sort-of-inappropriately cavalier tone.

Melissa tells Kathy to wait for the words, “You're fired.” And then, no matter what words lead up to that phrase, say, “I'm sorry you feel that way. Thank you for everything you've done for me.”

Then Melissa tells Kathy to just be quiet. The silence will be unnerving to the person firing her.

Melissa tells Kathy that also, sometimes you lose your hearing when you're fired. It's true. I can't believe Melissa remembers this detail. I've been fired 20 times and I didn't remember.

Then Melissa writes a script for how to act when you're fired for Kathy to memorize. If the first book we published hadn’t gone missing, I would suggest to Melissa that she turn her advice into a book.

We eat some leftover rhubarb pie for desert.

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  1. Pirate Jo
    Pirate Jo says:

    If your employer wants to get rid of you, beware of them trying to bully you into quitting. They are just trying to keep their payroll taxes from going up.

    You will have to decide how much misery you are willing to take, but if you quit you will not qualify for unemployment benefits. And if you get fired, there is really no way for future employers to find that out – all they can legally do is verify the dates you worked for that company.

  2. Sardondi
    Sardondi says:

    “We go there for cello. Who drives four hours round trip for a cello lesson for a five-year-old?”

    Yikes! I know, even happy families are different, regardless of what Leo said about them. And it’s almost rude of people to comment on parenting choices. But then you did throw this out there yourself. A 4-hour car trip for a 5-year-old to take lessons on an unwieldy instrument almost as big as the little one’s body? Hmmm, I dunno.

    It says much about your own discipline and what is doubtless your great devotion to the education of your child. And I understand a mother’s desire to give her child some strong early memories, and to also have some early imprinting of music, discipline, as well as exercise of those fine-motor skills and hand-eye coordination. I think you’ll achieve those goals…except I wouldn’t count on the memories being particularly warm and happy.

    I suppose much depends on whether your child asked to play, or is being “made”. As a 5 y.o. did you go through such a very long commute for lessons on a difficult instrument which almost all 5 y.o.s think is uncool?? If you did, I can hardly believe you’re inflicting this on your child too. I’m sure many concert cellists began playing by 5; and such early playing is probably the sine qua non in producing virtuosi the likes of Casals, Rostropovich or Ma. But is that what you’re shooting for?

    I wonder – of adults who were playing the cello at 5, regardless of whether of they kept it up (particularly any who had to make a a brutally long commute for lessons), how many today have a happy memory of that?

  3. lgv
    lgv says:

    Vietnam vets don’t talk about Phnom Penh, the capital of Cambodia. I think you want Saigon in your analogy.

    If you were literal in stating you were fired 20 times, then there’s a problem somewhere.

  4. Rollory
    Rollory says:

    “that is the truth about food. Most of it looks disgusting”

    Stopped reading. Anyone who can post nonsense on this scale with a straight face has nothing of merit to offer anybody.

  5. Zoe Brain
    Zoe Brain says:

    From a report about the territory I live in:

    “Employment
    The sample in this survey indicates unemployment levels within the trans community that are more than six times higher than those experienced by the general ACT population.

    Education
    It is interesting to note the substantially higher educational qualifications of respondents compared to the general population. This is a trend that has been identified in other studies.

    Income
    It is interesting to note the distribution of income amongst the trans population as compared to the general ACT population, with the SGD population being skewed to either end of the range. It is possible that the absence of trans respondents in the middle income brackets is a direct result of employment-related discrimination, making it very difficult for trans people to access or remain in employment. This would explain the large proportion of respondents in the lower income bracket.”

    From a similar report covering the USA (over 6000 respondents)
    “Respondents were nearly four times more likely to live in extreme poverty, with household income of less than $10,000.
    Respondents were twice as likely to be unemployed compared to the population as a whole. Half of those surveyed reported experiencing harassment or other mistreatment in the workplace, and one in four were fired because of their gender identity or expression.
    While discrimination was pervasive for the entire sample, it was particularly pronounced for people of color. African-American transgender respondents fared far worse than all others in many areas studied.
    Housing discrimination was also common. 19% reported being refused a home or apartment and 11% reported being evicted because of their gender identity or expression. One in five respondents experienced homelessness because of their gender identity or expression.”

    It’s legal to fire someone for being Trans or Intersexed in 36 states. Even ones where you can’t fire someone for being Gay.

    So…. it’s a little different when being fired means you’re most unlikely to ever work again, not even flipping burgers at McDonalds.

  6. Zoe Brain
    Zoe Brain says:

    Oh yes – as children, we used to cut off the corner of paper bags, put sugar in the bottom, then dip raw rhubarb sticks in, just biting the sugared bits. Crunchy and delicious.

    Another good recipe is candied rose petals. Pick petals, dip in a water/sugar mix (1 water to 4 sugar), grill till slightly caramelised. An old medieval recipe.

  7. Lottie Mae
    Lottie Mae says:

    I didn’t get through the whole post because I am stuck on how awful your rubarb cobbler looked. My stomach is queasy with the visual stuck in my head. I don’t understand why we see all of that rubarb laying there naked without any golden buttery crumb cover. Where is the part that makes a cobbler worth eating? Since you don’t get the bottom crust as you would in a pie, it is just unfair that there aren’t any goodies on top.

    Your pie looks good though, minus the dinosaur. :)

  8. John
    John says:

    Ah, Pee, finally something you have lots of experience with. Your advice here should be useful…

  9. Mega Brain
    Mega Brain says:

    I’ve spent this entire weekend anxsting about the near certainty that my project assignment will end tomorrow (Monday) because my boss asked in entirely too nice a tone and without further explanation to meet with me on Monday… for an hour!

    Now, this isn’t coming out of nowhere, he did tell me 2 weeks earlier that we might need to end my project sooner than expected because the project would be at a standstill for several months awaiting new technology from the project partner.

    So, it appears I’m getting fired tomorrow, and while I’ve been obsessing about what this means about me, my work, etc, I feel this tremendous relief knowing none of that needs to be settled and I can maintain grace under fire by just saying “thank you for the opportunity to have worked with you”. So perfect, and so simple, and so entirely not about me.

    Thank you!!

  10. Shirley
    Shirley says:

    Just recently got hired and fired. It was almost like I was set up to fail.  Three attorneys that worked well, but not well together.  I’m a Legal Assistant and the firm was trying something new by putting three demanding attorneys on one Legal Assistant.  Didn’t work out.  I was being judged on training issues.  I wasn’t even there three weeks.  Your still learning a firm and the firm’s procedures during that time.  The hiring staff felt bad, I could tell.  But they had to have known that I was walking into Cambodia.  Now I’m back where I started.  

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