Really, as far as firings go, yours sounded about as good as a firing can be, in that he's said he'll give a good recommendation, there was no in-office screaming or humiliation, and no weaponry was involved.

But yeah, that does suck. It really does. I wholeheartedly commiserate and hope you find something better.

Sounds like you and your former job are better off going your separate ways. Here's hoping you find someplace where the way they do things doesn't make you cringe on a daily basis.

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What are we going to do about the white noise?

I got fired, about three times in my life. In all honesty there were a lot more people I worked with who deserved to be fired before I was, but I always made more money than they did, thus I had a bullseye on my back. This was due to me thinking outside the box, and solving problems that the real people who deserved to be fired could not solve. I got more pay raises than they did, once I reached a certain level of salary, I started to become a liability. I too was criticised for my communication, I often asked for reasons why the changes to the program were being made 15 minutes before I left for the day, and that make me re-write at least half the code. I asked for documentation, work orders, flow charts, and other documents, and they refused to give them to me. The person who did the evaluation also had unusual psychology that normal expectations of behavior don't apply. Technical approaches, well I had an analysis and design phase, which management felt should not exist, and hence I was an idiot for doing it the wrong way.

Oh yeah, I never got the positive letter of reconmendation, just that they would give potentional employers my name, rank, and serial number, and nothing else, because they didn't want to have anyone else hire me, and use trade secrets that I had learned working for them. Sort of a neutral thing, saying year he worked for such and such a salary for such and such a time, other than that no comment.

After the third time, I was in mental, physical, spiritual, and social ruins. I had made a suicide attempt, and even managed to botch that up. Later on I pondered about it, and figured that I was better off not working in a toxic environment with uncaring managers, evil coworkers, and dealing with a daily dose of fear, fustration, stress, depression, etc that was always heaped upon me by the corporate machine that had no soul. I reasoned that I was lucky to have escaped with my soul, and what was left of my life. I pity those still caught up in the corporate machine with no soul, or any other corporating machine with no soul that functions almost the same way.

At least I still exist in the Internet Insanity that is Orion Blastar.

I can tell, though, from the tone of the letter that the person writing it has a penchant for French underwear, fried eggs on Sundays, and a horrible cocaine habit.  If any of these things are useful to you, feel free to use them for whatever nefarious purpose you can invent in the short period you have before the world explodes.

Jesuschrist.  It's late, and I'm really, really not as tired as I sound.
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