So one of my employees apparently does not care for deer mounts. I hired this girl for a part time position in the clubhouse (golf course). Part of her duties is stocking the coolers during her shift. The storeroom is one floor down from the clubhouse as is my office. In order to get to the storeroom you have to pass by my office. Decorated quite nicely (I think) around the entrance to my office are a few deer mounts, couple fish, golf stuff, etc... She informed me that she could not work for a ruthless killer that gets enjoyment out of killing the poor deer that aren't hurting anything. I was about to get into the conversation about the poor helpless deer, but I didn't feel like it. Thought it would be best to just part ways. I told her I was sorry she felt that way I'll take you off the schedule. I actually never thought about it until now. I wonder how many of my employees have been freaked out by the deer and never said anything.
As to your question about how many never said anything. Who frickin cares. The situation with the new hire was handled nicely, good job.
Sounds like no big loss. She made the decision to fire her for you. No telling what other defect she had.....
Doesnt matter, you're the boss. Very narrow minded of her. Good thing you got rid of her when you did, she probably would have tried to toss them if the chance arose.
EXTREMELY valid point. I finally worked up the courage to ask this beautiful girl out in undergrad school. I'm excited as heck, of course, leading up to the date... I pick her up; it's going well, and we sit down at a nice restaurant to eat... at which time she informs me she's a vegetarian. I never called her again.
So I asked some of the other staff the last couple days what they thought about passing by the mounts. One of them said let me know if you need a hand skinning and butchering this fall. Another didn't know what I was talking about (kind of creepy cause you can't miss them). Another said she could care less about them. The other girl said she named them Bob, Gus and George and says hi to them every time she walks by them.
You're going to get that kind down where you live you murdering fool. LOL After all, you live where your neighboring city was voted as the top Gay and Lesbian friendly town last year. I would have given her a severance package of back straps. LOL Face it NY.... you live in the Yuppiest part of NY available. Tofu nuts, back to the earth recycle your underwear towns.
That is why you have to train some girls early! My daughters mother is against hunting and so is her aunt! So when my daughter was born I was living with my parents yet and I put my deer head right above her crib. She had to pet the deer every time she went to bed! Now she is 8 and wants to kill one! That is my baby girl!
huh? you don't get down here much do you? I take a good hard look around and believe me yuppie is the last word in the world I would use to describe my area lol.
Oh .,,,,,,,,,, well yeah that's just weird in general down there in general. They're far enough away and don't come around here too often. If they do we get rid of them. Skaneatles people need a good smack upside the head though.
It sounds like she decided to quit, not the other way around. I'd like to see the interview with unemployment when they reject her claim because she didn't like seeing deer mounts.
I don't know. You might be surprised how far that would go as a reason for "resignation". I will never understand the extreme mentality of a lot of people (like the girl in this thread), but I don't want to judge someone based solely on the fact that they don't like to see trophy mounts. My wife, for example, has a sticker on her car that says "Official Card Carrying Tree Hugger", and she despises the idea of having a dead animals head hanging in her house. In her defense, I can tell you that she supports hunting, loves venison, encourages me to hunt and she has jumped on her four wheeler more than once to ride out and help me blood trail deer that I've shot (I'm red/green colorblind), and she's even volunteered to drive two hours to meet me halfway and pick up a buck I killed in Missouri and take it to the processor so that I could keep on hunting.
