True Story
Last day of the job I was "Performance Improved" out of.
This was a job where I had to stick around for a month and a half after I was asked to resign from a job I was theoretically not qualified to perform to train those coming in behind me because no one else had the competencies.
I'm literally on my way out the door when my former boss asks a co-worker, "Do you have his number, just in case?"
In case of what!? I decide not to be canned? The Magic Job Fairy comes out and decides I actually do know how to do my job? The Pope wants to canonize me?
Unbelievable.
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