Technology at work: fired by SMS.
Pink slips by cellphone text message. Brought to you by the effeminate bastards in the new, efficient HR department.
If it were me, I think I would find some consolation in the fact that I’d be better off not working for a company that had so little respect for what I contributed to it that they didn’t even have the balls to fire me in person. It’s still a crappy way to find out that work tomorrow will involve looking through the jobs section of the newspaper.
(Via Boing Boing.)
