*smooch* (ldy) wrote,

The job's gone, the cat's more than probably dead, but really, what else could go wrong?

You are doing a great job! By the way, today's your last day.

SO... amidst being deathly ill and missing my bestest catfriend (who, by the way, is still MIA), I discovered Friday before last that I had been dismissed from the job I've held for nearly a year for... being tardy?

Yes, for being tardy. I got the call an hour before my shift was to end.

Had I actually been given a verbal or written warning, I might have avoided such calamity.But no. That would make too much sense. So, yes, they got rid of someone who was doing a stellar job (according to the review I got a few short weeks ago, and unsolicited feedback from more than one social worker) because I was chronically less than ten minutes late. Because my cat was dying. And I was sick.

I almost wrote a snarky and indignant letter to the CMO on the subject, but finally said "oh, hell, this is just beyond stupid" and let it go. Because, really, this IS just beyond stupid. I know I did a good job. And yes, I was chronically a few minutes late-- no argument there. I certainly wasn't the only one. And I was always the last to leave.

I've been in a number of supervisory positions, and would hang my head in shame if I fired someone for being a few minutes late if she was doing everything else right. So, shame on her.

I probably should write an indignant letter, if only to get more long term temp jobs, or keep my options open to work for this particular facility in the future. But do I really want to subjugate myself to this sort of mismanagement again? Not really.

So, I'm helping some friends with their new restaurant/bar a few days a week. Off the record. I find it very cathartic, and feel very valued.

I might go back to school.

The cat came back, the very next day; the cat came back, we thought he was a goner, but... oh, wait, he's probably dead.

Max is gone. We don't have a body. It's very bothersome.

I still believe he ascended, amidst a flurry of angels/buddhist monks/catgods. Or, we might find his carcass someday while mowing the overgrown backyard.

I really really really hope it's the former.

Wow, it's late. Time for sleepies. I hope you are loved and content with whom you are and what you're doing.

I'm working on it :)

~Hugs to those who need 'em, those who want 'em, and those who don't run away quickly enough~

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