You said what!?

Sick and weak I continued on to keep up the illusion of a competent professional. My recent stay in the hospital only further justified the fact that I was living poorly. Was it the food? Was it the Job? Was it the Stress? Yes. Out in LA LA land they only see the almighty dollar. Not the mouse turning the wheel to make it happen. Time off at this point wasn't a luxury but more necessity. Caring for myself hadn't ever a priority but the lack thereof for even a short period could lead to crippling pain. I’d already been talked to about this before though. So now it was serious and had to be written up. I could understand. In a town so hell bent on suing each other a company had to cover itself. The meeting was set to sign the papers. I always love putting my name to inaccuracy; the documentation of my lack of work ethic in this group of clowns. Had me on the technicality though. I decided to take a few calls before so I could get caught up with the scene. The first client startled me by asking a very personal question pertaining to my condition. “So did you get the diagnosis…is it Crohn’s? A relative of mine had a section of his intestine…” I had to stop them and explain how my personal condition was not a topic of discussion for their taxes and end the conversation. I was flabbergasted. How could the office give up that type of pertinent personal info? Had to get to the bottom of this. The detective work started at the bottom. The receptionist would know who spoke with the client in my brief absence. She did. It led all the way to the top…the owner. That fat slob of a financial professional had been using me as an excuse for the offices shortcomings. This made my tone for today’s meeting change. I went in there steaming. “Now, I am not going to oblige your request to document any defamation of my work ethic. Also consider this my resignation.” He was surprised. I continued on how this would go down without a lawsuit if he agreed to my conditional severance package. As much as it turned my stomach to submit to the level of using the courts, I knew the threat alone would motivate properly. It did and the benefits helped fund my escape from that literal gut-wrenching environment.