I used to hang out with a lot of guys in college. It was several different groups of guy friends, but there were two groups of guy friends that I was almost inseparable with and still stay in touch with. Well one group in particular: Brad, Matt, Andrew, Jake, Mark B, and Mark J and I used to have pajama parties and whatnot through out college and they still came to visit even after they moved away and I was still in college. When I moved to Iowa, though, our hanging out mostly resorted to football games and weddings.
Well recently I had emailed them about Josie and Mark J emailed me back and said thanks for letting he and his wife know and asked how I was and what I was up to now. I responded that I was doing the same thing and said that I was planning a trip to Madison and would get a hold of him. His response was that they no longer lived in Madison and actually moved to Iowa. The funny part: They live a mile from me. For some reason Kristin and Mark thought I lived in the Quad Cities. The even better part: None of our guy friends even realized where I lived, let alone where they lived, nor made the connection that they send me Christmas cards to near the same place. When I emailed our guy friends to ask why they are retarded I got several replies: "Do I look like Magellan??" & "Once they said Iowa, I quit listening as to where they said they lived. Why do you guys move to Iowa? Merry Christmas Crazy person!" & "I wasn't planning on visiting them nor you, so didn't really matter. I can see corn in IL." Their responses reminded me why I hate them so much sometimes. . . and why I love them at the same time!
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Snow days. . .
Wish I got one! Seriously?!? Most all of my friends had a snow day or partial snow day today b/c the weather here is questionable. I would have gladly had a snow day if I didn't have my meeting today AND even after that would have taken a 1/2 snow day if my boss wasn't in town! DARN HIM!!!!
Also, I have that feeling of impending doom in my stomach. I hate that feeling. I can't explain it, but it's just impending doom. I think it's telling me that Dean Cain is in love with someone and it's not me. Which is probably true. I think even the Magic 8 Ball is telling me that!!
That is all. . . .
Also, I have that feeling of impending doom in my stomach. I hate that feeling. I can't explain it, but it's just impending doom. I think it's telling me that Dean Cain is in love with someone and it's not me. Which is probably true. I think even the Magic 8 Ball is telling me that!!
That is all. . . .
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Guest Post. . on the DL . . .
My cousin, H, and I talk a lot. And well, this email I got from her on Monday with regards to me being gone the day before Thanksgiving was hysterical. So it's my first guest post. Even though technically she didn't realize I would post it! haha!!
Times I thought about you on Wednesday:
7:35 a.m. - Was going to e-mail you to say "What's up!" Remembered you were gone. Was sad. 9:00 a.m. - Couldn't figure out why I had fewer e-mails than usual. Remembered you were gone. Wondered what the hell I am going to do with the rest of my day.
9:20 a.m. - Was in the bathroom and thought my pee smell liked toilet bowl cleaner. Realized it was because there was still toilet bowl cleaner in the bowl. Felt relieved. Wanted to tell you, but you were gone.
9:25 a.m. - Wondering when you and Caleb are going to call me. 9:26 a.m. - Wondering when you are going to update your GD blog? 9:36 a.m. - Wanted to tell you that I asked Layne if I could put Christmas lights up in my office and he said yes so that means by this time Friday Christmas will have thrown up in here too. Seriously I have a garland left over that I'm going to use and I'm going to hang lights and ornaments from my ceiling. It is going to be awesome.
9:39 a.m. - Wanted to tell you that when Jody came out of her room last night and saw that I had made her a stocking she almost cried. It was really sweet.
9:44 a.m. - Seriously, when are you going to update your blog? 9:56 a.m. - Have spent the past 20 minutes or so trying to remember what the name of the town is that your parents moved to. Finally decided to look at the map. I know that Christy lives in Strawn. HAHA, there's a town named Cereal! I totally want to move there and name my kids Captain Crunch and Coco Puffs. But honestly I can't remember. Oh there's a lake down here! Is it Loda? Did your parents move to Loda? If you were here I would ask. But seriously Illinois is awesome. There's a town named Risk. And Foosland. Where they obviously play lots of Foosball. If you were here I'm sure you would appreciate this diatribe.
10:46 a.m. - I'm getting pretty hungry. This is something I would normally tell you, but you're gone. 11:11 a.m. - Wanted to tell you I think my sign looks terrible. By the time I got done filling in the letters on "Marry me" my hand was starting to get really tired so the "LeBron" doesn't look the best and I just scribbled "(Just don't tell my boyfriend)" underneath and I don't think it's big enough and I hope Bill can fix it while I get ready for the game because I don't want to look at it anymore.
11:12 a.m. - I am starving now. 11:42 a.m. - Is it bad that I never turn around and talk to Mini Me when we are talking? I just don't like to look at her.
12:56 p.m. - It is freezing. 1:10 p.m. - Need nap. Immediately. But if I am in a food coma now over a veggie sub my poor body is going to go into complete shock tomorrow. I should have been eating MORE this week to stretch my stomach. Shit.
2:35 p.m. - Me: I'm bored out of my mind. I'm ready to go. You: Me too. Me too. Me: Yeah, but you can go whenever you want. You: True…true... (The conversation we would have had right now. If you were here.) 2:42 p.m. - I thought you and Caleb were going to call me. What happened to that? Hmmm? 2:54 p.m. - I just got off a six-minute phone conversation with you (not Caleb), so that means you called at 2:48, so that means that you called six minutes after I was thinking you should, so that means I have telekinetic powers!
2:59 p.m. - "Oooh, baby do you know what that's worth? Oooh heaven is a place on earth…" I have that stuck in my head. I know you will appreciate it. But oh wait…you're not here.
3:11 p.m. - The knew Alicia Keys songs totally sucks. It makes my eardrums want to pop out. You probably like it, don't you?
3:24 p.m. - Now I have Deck the Halls in my head. Thanks a lot, A. I don't know how it is your fault but I know it must be.
Times I thought about you on Friday: I didn't.
Times I thought about you on Wednesday:
7:35 a.m. - Was going to e-mail you to say "What's up!" Remembered you were gone. Was sad. 9:00 a.m. - Couldn't figure out why I had fewer e-mails than usual. Remembered you were gone. Wondered what the hell I am going to do with the rest of my day.
9:20 a.m. - Was in the bathroom and thought my pee smell liked toilet bowl cleaner. Realized it was because there was still toilet bowl cleaner in the bowl. Felt relieved. Wanted to tell you, but you were gone.
9:25 a.m. - Wondering when you and Caleb are going to call me. 9:26 a.m. - Wondering when you are going to update your GD blog? 9:36 a.m. - Wanted to tell you that I asked Layne if I could put Christmas lights up in my office and he said yes so that means by this time Friday Christmas will have thrown up in here too. Seriously I have a garland left over that I'm going to use and I'm going to hang lights and ornaments from my ceiling. It is going to be awesome.
9:39 a.m. - Wanted to tell you that when Jody came out of her room last night and saw that I had made her a stocking she almost cried. It was really sweet.
9:44 a.m. - Seriously, when are you going to update your blog? 9:56 a.m. - Have spent the past 20 minutes or so trying to remember what the name of the town is that your parents moved to. Finally decided to look at the map. I know that Christy lives in Strawn. HAHA, there's a town named Cereal! I totally want to move there and name my kids Captain Crunch and Coco Puffs. But honestly I can't remember. Oh there's a lake down here! Is it Loda? Did your parents move to Loda? If you were here I would ask. But seriously Illinois is awesome. There's a town named Risk. And Foosland. Where they obviously play lots of Foosball. If you were here I'm sure you would appreciate this diatribe.
10:46 a.m. - I'm getting pretty hungry. This is something I would normally tell you, but you're gone. 11:11 a.m. - Wanted to tell you I think my sign looks terrible. By the time I got done filling in the letters on "Marry me" my hand was starting to get really tired so the "LeBron" doesn't look the best and I just scribbled "(Just don't tell my boyfriend)" underneath and I don't think it's big enough and I hope Bill can fix it while I get ready for the game because I don't want to look at it anymore.
11:12 a.m. - I am starving now. 11:42 a.m. - Is it bad that I never turn around and talk to Mini Me when we are talking? I just don't like to look at her.
12:56 p.m. - It is freezing. 1:10 p.m. - Need nap. Immediately. But if I am in a food coma now over a veggie sub my poor body is going to go into complete shock tomorrow. I should have been eating MORE this week to stretch my stomach. Shit.
2:35 p.m. - Me: I'm bored out of my mind. I'm ready to go. You: Me too. Me too. Me: Yeah, but you can go whenever you want. You: True…true... (The conversation we would have had right now. If you were here.) 2:42 p.m. - I thought you and Caleb were going to call me. What happened to that? Hmmm? 2:54 p.m. - I just got off a six-minute phone conversation with you (not Caleb), so that means you called at 2:48, so that means that you called six minutes after I was thinking you should, so that means I have telekinetic powers!
2:59 p.m. - "Oooh, baby do you know what that's worth? Oooh heaven is a place on earth…" I have that stuck in my head. I know you will appreciate it. But oh wait…you're not here.
3:11 p.m. - The knew Alicia Keys songs totally sucks. It makes my eardrums want to pop out. You probably like it, don't you?
3:24 p.m. - Now I have Deck the Halls in my head. Thanks a lot, A. I don't know how it is your fault but I know it must be.
Times I thought about you on Friday: I didn't.
How Do I Love Thee?? Let me count the ways. . .
There are many songs on the radio (or on CD in my car) right now that basically describe how I feel about Dean Cain.
1) Rhianna and Neo's "Hate that I Love You"
2) Colbie Caillett's "Magic" and "Realize"
3) Alicia Key's "No One" (I'm sorry H but the lyrics are what I'm talking about and not the actual song because we've already discussed how the song gets on my nerves a little bit too. Especially when it's play 13,000,000 times a day.)
It probably doesn't help that everyone and their mother keeps asking me "what's up with you two?" or "Can you explain to me why you two aren't dating?" or "Can you tell me how you two don't notice how retarded you are for each other?" I wish I could answer these questions, but I can't. I did decide, well okay, I didn't decide, my friend decided that if I didn't say anything to him before her birthday in February, she would. So. . . I'm thinking that I would finally get enough courage up to say something after my birthday. That's my deadline. That's what I'm giving myself. What prompted the whole deadline was a number of things. One-we keep holding hands in public. Two-we're overly reliant on each other for comfort. Three-we have sleepovers regularly and I do realize that normal friends don't do that. And the fact that said friend last year sometime made a comment that she thought I was just going to get hurt by him and thought I was just a lost puppy. But now she said these last four months she can tell just how close we are and sometimes when she's out with us, we seem to be in our own little world, and it sort of makes her vomit in her mouth just how much we do admire each other. :) She feels that we're both sort of wasting our time if we do want to date each other and keep playing the "not say anything" game. Plus it doesn't help how supportive and there for me he has been this past month. And not to mention in the last month, I met his mom, dad, younger brother, and a best friend.
I met his family inadvertently though. One of his friends died and he was back at home. I was driving through on my way home back to Illinois and called him to see if he wanted to meet for pie. And he said that he didn't drive back home, but I could come there if I wanted to. After going back and forth for like 5 minutes with me saying "Do you want me to come over?" and him saying "If you want to come over you can." I finally just said "DO YOU WANT ME TO COME OVER?" to which he replied, "It would be nice to see you." So I drove to see him at his house to which his mom and brother were at home. Did I mention they both had vehicles he could take to come meet me?? I am trying to not over think this though, but it's tough.
This past month, life in general has been rough on me. Besides having to be super busy and working like a chicken with her head cut off, I got bad news. My good friend Josie, who was diagnosed with breast cancer when I first moved here 3 years ago, found out that her breast cancer that was in remission, had actually spread to her lung, liver, and chest cavity. It's treatable, but not curable. And her lung kept filling up with fluid and collapsing. And then on Friday she had surgery to attach the hole in her lung caused by the cancer nodule, to her rib cage in hopes that her lung would quit collapsing. The part that sucks is not being there for my friend. And the worst part is the inevitable that awaits. I can't imagine life without her. All of my memories of college include her. And every St. Patty's day, I go and stay and hang out with her. So needless to say, I only want to stay positive and not think of the what if. However, my father knowing that I tend to internalize things, the Sunday before Thanksgiving, brought up the fact that I need to at least be aware of the what if in case it happens. And at that point in time, we didn't know if she would be able to be in the wedding of one of our college friends the next weekend. And the sad part was, we were sharing a hotel room and we were in the wedding together. So, around 7ish I have a mini-breakdown and called Dean to see if he would be able to come over and hang out for awhile if he wasn't sleeping. And around 9ish, after he woke up from taking a siesta, he came over to give me a hug. And stayed until 11ish on a Sunday night. I do know this isn't normal "just friends" stuff, but not until after my birthday!!!
1) Rhianna and Neo's "Hate that I Love You"
2) Colbie Caillett's "Magic" and "Realize"
3) Alicia Key's "No One" (I'm sorry H but the lyrics are what I'm talking about and not the actual song because we've already discussed how the song gets on my nerves a little bit too. Especially when it's play 13,000,000 times a day.)
It probably doesn't help that everyone and their mother keeps asking me "what's up with you two?" or "Can you explain to me why you two aren't dating?" or "Can you tell me how you two don't notice how retarded you are for each other?" I wish I could answer these questions, but I can't. I did decide, well okay, I didn't decide, my friend decided that if I didn't say anything to him before her birthday in February, she would. So. . . I'm thinking that I would finally get enough courage up to say something after my birthday. That's my deadline. That's what I'm giving myself. What prompted the whole deadline was a number of things. One-we keep holding hands in public. Two-we're overly reliant on each other for comfort. Three-we have sleepovers regularly and I do realize that normal friends don't do that. And the fact that said friend last year sometime made a comment that she thought I was just going to get hurt by him and thought I was just a lost puppy. But now she said these last four months she can tell just how close we are and sometimes when she's out with us, we seem to be in our own little world, and it sort of makes her vomit in her mouth just how much we do admire each other. :) She feels that we're both sort of wasting our time if we do want to date each other and keep playing the "not say anything" game. Plus it doesn't help how supportive and there for me he has been this past month. And not to mention in the last month, I met his mom, dad, younger brother, and a best friend.
I met his family inadvertently though. One of his friends died and he was back at home. I was driving through on my way home back to Illinois and called him to see if he wanted to meet for pie. And he said that he didn't drive back home, but I could come there if I wanted to. After going back and forth for like 5 minutes with me saying "Do you want me to come over?" and him saying "If you want to come over you can." I finally just said "DO YOU WANT ME TO COME OVER?" to which he replied, "It would be nice to see you." So I drove to see him at his house to which his mom and brother were at home. Did I mention they both had vehicles he could take to come meet me?? I am trying to not over think this though, but it's tough.
This past month, life in general has been rough on me. Besides having to be super busy and working like a chicken with her head cut off, I got bad news. My good friend Josie, who was diagnosed with breast cancer when I first moved here 3 years ago, found out that her breast cancer that was in remission, had actually spread to her lung, liver, and chest cavity. It's treatable, but not curable. And her lung kept filling up with fluid and collapsing. And then on Friday she had surgery to attach the hole in her lung caused by the cancer nodule, to her rib cage in hopes that her lung would quit collapsing. The part that sucks is not being there for my friend. And the worst part is the inevitable that awaits. I can't imagine life without her. All of my memories of college include her. And every St. Patty's day, I go and stay and hang out with her. So needless to say, I only want to stay positive and not think of the what if. However, my father knowing that I tend to internalize things, the Sunday before Thanksgiving, brought up the fact that I need to at least be aware of the what if in case it happens. And at that point in time, we didn't know if she would be able to be in the wedding of one of our college friends the next weekend. And the sad part was, we were sharing a hotel room and we were in the wedding together. So, around 7ish I have a mini-breakdown and called Dean to see if he would be able to come over and hang out for awhile if he wasn't sleeping. And around 9ish, after he woke up from taking a siesta, he came over to give me a hug. And stayed until 11ish on a Sunday night. I do know this isn't normal "just friends" stuff, but not until after my birthday!!!
So. . . You need a job???
The worst part about firing someone: Finding someone to take their place.
I had about nine interviews and some people were fantastic, which made my decision harder. Then there was the guy who couldn't remember the company name or my name. Needless to say, he was not who I chose. And then after I had it narrowed down to who was qualified, I also had to find someone who would get along with the group. I'm a small office--4 people all the time, 5 every Monday or sporadically during the week, and sometimes once a month, there's 7. So, I needed to find someone who's personality would mesh. And the girl I fired, was a nice person, although she always had a lot of drama and seemed to lie quite frequently, we could all go downstairs and have a drink after work if need be. And towards the end, everyone in the office was getting quite fed up with her always repeating things and really, the all out lies she would tell. (This is also why I didn't really ever call her back or worry about the messages she left. I just don't know what to believe because I think she's definitely making up stuff.) But alas, I finally hired someone and ironically it was the very last girl I interviewed. I had a tough choice because I really liked this one girl, but I wasn't sure if she could handle the guy that works in our office. He takes something to get used to. Anyway, everything went well and I'm thinking, "Great, this just made my decision even harder", she says on the way down the elevator, "When my husband and I were driving by last night he turned to me and said 'Oh that's going to be trouble, working above a brewery.'" So that's when I knew she was the one to hire! haha!
So what also sucked the last month is, having to do two people's jobs and I am not really sure I was doing my job all that well. I did a fantastic job at the job that isn't mine though! The sucky part was all the catching up I had to do instead of actually doing the new caseload that was piling up with the job. It's not been fun to say the least. But I guess that's life. The good thing is that the new person starts in a couple of weeks, so maybe during the first of the year, my job life will get back to normal. . . perhaps. . . :)
I had about nine interviews and some people were fantastic, which made my decision harder. Then there was the guy who couldn't remember the company name or my name. Needless to say, he was not who I chose. And then after I had it narrowed down to who was qualified, I also had to find someone who would get along with the group. I'm a small office--4 people all the time, 5 every Monday or sporadically during the week, and sometimes once a month, there's 7. So, I needed to find someone who's personality would mesh. And the girl I fired, was a nice person, although she always had a lot of drama and seemed to lie quite frequently, we could all go downstairs and have a drink after work if need be. And towards the end, everyone in the office was getting quite fed up with her always repeating things and really, the all out lies she would tell. (This is also why I didn't really ever call her back or worry about the messages she left. I just don't know what to believe because I think she's definitely making up stuff.) But alas, I finally hired someone and ironically it was the very last girl I interviewed. I had a tough choice because I really liked this one girl, but I wasn't sure if she could handle the guy that works in our office. He takes something to get used to. Anyway, everything went well and I'm thinking, "Great, this just made my decision even harder", she says on the way down the elevator, "When my husband and I were driving by last night he turned to me and said 'Oh that's going to be trouble, working above a brewery.'" So that's when I knew she was the one to hire! haha!
So what also sucked the last month is, having to do two people's jobs and I am not really sure I was doing my job all that well. I did a fantastic job at the job that isn't mine though! The sucky part was all the catching up I had to do instead of actually doing the new caseload that was piling up with the job. It's not been fun to say the least. But I guess that's life. The good thing is that the new person starts in a couple of weeks, so maybe during the first of the year, my job life will get back to normal. . . perhaps. . . :)
Saturday, December 1, 2007
And You're Fired. . . officially. . .
So. . . I did it. I fired her. The worst part: I should have fired her back in September, but I tried to be nice. I thought I was helping her out. . . and I was terribly, miserably wrong.
The end of October I gave her an ultimatum: Shape up or you're gone next Friday. The problem: she kept telling me she was shaping up, but really in fact, was doing absolutely NOTHING. NOTHING. She stayed late at work and did. . . NOTHING. WHY?!? So the week ended, and she still hadn't shaped up. I told her I would give her until the next Friday and I had to keep my word. Then on Monday she comes in (late by the way) and is crying hysterically and tells me that she is committing her husband to the psyche ward so she was needing to go to the court house. And the reason was because her husband was telling his daughter that he was going to rape and kill babies. (Sadly, I had heard this story from her before.) She had also found out that he had been smoking embalming fluid. (Smoking Embalming fluid?!? Seriously?!? Why would you do that??And now it might explain why she was losing her mind. . . she probably was doing that too.) Then tells me she talked it over with her Mom and her mom and her agreed that I would give her 2 weeks to get her life back in line and then I can let her go. And I said, "I told you, you have until this Friday. It hasn't changed. (Technically it did. I had to leave to go out of town on Friday early and I didn't really feel like doing it before I left.)
Anyways. . . so she tells me that she has to go to the courthouse and meet her sister-in-law so they can have two signatures to court order him to the psyche ward. She was meeting her at 10. So noon comes and goes, and no call. Natalie goes for a smoke around 4 and sees her sitting on the stoop outside our office. I call her, but no answer. She never even bothered calling all day or coming up to work. Did I also mention how easy it would have been to stop by our office? We're two blocks from the courthouse. So when she comes in the next morning, I asked her why she never called nor stopped in. Then she says that her sister-in-law never met her and that she was at the courthouse all day seeing how they could commit them without her. And then I bring up the fact that she NEVER called nor came up to tell me later in the day when Natalie saw her. She says she didn't have her key card to get up even though she used her key card to get up that morning. I probably should have fired her right then and there because seriously, if you're on thin ice, why would you be that stupid as to not check in?? All the rest of the week she keeps saying she's working late and getting everything done. But isn't in reality. And all week she keeps saying that her husband's father is driving up from Texas to come and get him and take him there. Everyday, it's the same story. So on Thursday on my way from work, I called her and said, that I was going to be nice and give her until next Friday. But it was only because I had to leave early on Friday.
But she didn't last that long. My boss came on Monday and at dinner I told him how I was going to fire her on Friday and he said, "why not do it tomorrow when I'm here?" In fact, he even said he would do it. So we fired her in 10 minutes. Which was the amount of time we had after our meeting and when I had to take him to the airport to catch his flight. My boss made it seem as if we were doing it for her own good and it wasn't really a "firing" as much as it was her needing to sort things out. This however was not the best idea he had.* Well after I dropped him off at the airport and came back from lunch, she was almost all the way packed up (and wreaked of mary jane according to the people in the office). She was technically supposed to stay the whole day to finish up her cases the best she could. And in case you were wondering, this was not accomplished.
*Update: Since the time that she was fired, I have been called quite frequently. First, she called to ask me for a number that she could have looked up in the phone book. The second time was to ask me if I had the letter that I wrote to one of her doctors this summer that she supposedly already gave the doctors two copies of. Then she called to tell me that she checked herself into the psyche ward and that she put me on the visitor's list. Then a couple of days later I got a call to say that she was out of the emergency room. "Emergency room??" I think in my mind. Oh yeah--she was in the emergency room because her sister-in-law beat her up. Then later that night I get a call with her crying that said she had lost the baby and it was because her sister-in-law and some of her friends beat her up and it caused her to lose the baby. I somehow keep missing her phone calls and really the one time I called her back she didn't answer.
And with her work. . . well let's just say she wasn't doing it. And I think was pretty much just making stuff up, so I've had to go back to all of her files even from the last 6 months and finish the ones she said were done. So. . . life's been pretty hectic for me at work. . . to say the least. I don't think I've done my actual job since November 6th.
The end of October I gave her an ultimatum: Shape up or you're gone next Friday. The problem: she kept telling me she was shaping up, but really in fact, was doing absolutely NOTHING. NOTHING. She stayed late at work and did. . . NOTHING. WHY?!? So the week ended, and she still hadn't shaped up. I told her I would give her until the next Friday and I had to keep my word. Then on Monday she comes in (late by the way) and is crying hysterically and tells me that she is committing her husband to the psyche ward so she was needing to go to the court house. And the reason was because her husband was telling his daughter that he was going to rape and kill babies. (Sadly, I had heard this story from her before.) She had also found out that he had been smoking embalming fluid. (Smoking Embalming fluid?!? Seriously?!? Why would you do that??And now it might explain why she was losing her mind. . . she probably was doing that too.) Then tells me she talked it over with her Mom and her mom and her agreed that I would give her 2 weeks to get her life back in line and then I can let her go. And I said, "I told you, you have until this Friday. It hasn't changed. (Technically it did. I had to leave to go out of town on Friday early and I didn't really feel like doing it before I left.)
Anyways. . . so she tells me that she has to go to the courthouse and meet her sister-in-law so they can have two signatures to court order him to the psyche ward. She was meeting her at 10. So noon comes and goes, and no call. Natalie goes for a smoke around 4 and sees her sitting on the stoop outside our office. I call her, but no answer. She never even bothered calling all day or coming up to work. Did I also mention how easy it would have been to stop by our office? We're two blocks from the courthouse. So when she comes in the next morning, I asked her why she never called nor stopped in. Then she says that her sister-in-law never met her and that she was at the courthouse all day seeing how they could commit them without her. And then I bring up the fact that she NEVER called nor came up to tell me later in the day when Natalie saw her. She says she didn't have her key card to get up even though she used her key card to get up that morning. I probably should have fired her right then and there because seriously, if you're on thin ice, why would you be that stupid as to not check in?? All the rest of the week she keeps saying she's working late and getting everything done. But isn't in reality. And all week she keeps saying that her husband's father is driving up from Texas to come and get him and take him there. Everyday, it's the same story. So on Thursday on my way from work, I called her and said, that I was going to be nice and give her until next Friday. But it was only because I had to leave early on Friday.
But she didn't last that long. My boss came on Monday and at dinner I told him how I was going to fire her on Friday and he said, "why not do it tomorrow when I'm here?" In fact, he even said he would do it. So we fired her in 10 minutes. Which was the amount of time we had after our meeting and when I had to take him to the airport to catch his flight. My boss made it seem as if we were doing it for her own good and it wasn't really a "firing" as much as it was her needing to sort things out. This however was not the best idea he had.* Well after I dropped him off at the airport and came back from lunch, she was almost all the way packed up (and wreaked of mary jane according to the people in the office). She was technically supposed to stay the whole day to finish up her cases the best she could. And in case you were wondering, this was not accomplished.
*Update: Since the time that she was fired, I have been called quite frequently. First, she called to ask me for a number that she could have looked up in the phone book. The second time was to ask me if I had the letter that I wrote to one of her doctors this summer that she supposedly already gave the doctors two copies of. Then she called to tell me that she checked herself into the psyche ward and that she put me on the visitor's list. Then a couple of days later I got a call to say that she was out of the emergency room. "Emergency room??" I think in my mind. Oh yeah--she was in the emergency room because her sister-in-law beat her up. Then later that night I get a call with her crying that said she had lost the baby and it was because her sister-in-law and some of her friends beat her up and it caused her to lose the baby. I somehow keep missing her phone calls and really the one time I called her back she didn't answer.
And with her work. . . well let's just say she wasn't doing it. And I think was pretty much just making stuff up, so I've had to go back to all of her files even from the last 6 months and finish the ones she said were done. So. . . life's been pretty hectic for me at work. . . to say the least. I don't think I've done my actual job since November 6th.
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