Welp, it's been over two years since my last post and I don't even know where to begin explaining all that's happened in that time. I think I'll break it into a few parts so you're not reading a two year saga all at once. I'm considerate like that.
When I last checked in, I was trying to get my asinine boss to recognize my right to reasonable accommodation. I was an absolute wreck, eventually finding myself on anti-anxiety meds and seeing a new shrink to deal with the chaos. It was in his office that I first heard the word bipolar...in reference to myself, anyway. I didn't want to hear it. I had too many things to worry about without dealing with a new diagnosis.
In May of 2012, I began having trouble breathing and landed in the hospital with a pulmonary embolism. I missed a non-mandatory meeting while in the emergency room and my aforementioned asinine boss was PISSED. Did I mention the meeting was not mandatory? Ah, well...that was the beginning of the end.
Generally, when one has a pulmonary embolism, that person takes three months off work to recover. I took three weeks and you'd have thought I had told my boss to go eff himself while I took a fun vacation. Nevertheless, I worked my ass off when I got back to work, just like always. About a month after returning to work, I was called into the conference room with my boss, his boss and an representative from Human Resources. The a-hole had finally found a way to legally get rid of me.
I suppose I could have tried to sue, but Florida is a "right to work" state and winning would have been nearly impossible. I accepted my severance and packed up my things. I said goodbye to people I had worked with for eleven years, while a man who treated me worse than any employer I've ever had got to feel like he won. I, on the other hand, felt like a loser.
Well, that covers the first have of 2012. I'll write up the second half soon.
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