I am utterly wroth on both your behalfs. It sounds like both of you got incredibly raw deals, and in each case management actually sitting down and talking with you for half an hour would probably have resolved everything. Like Sparky, I'm totally boggled that they apparently just leapt from "Staffer X has a problem with Staffer Y" to "Fire!" without anything in between, any contact, any meeting, any warning, any anything.

Of course, I work for a university with an incredibly arcane and cryptic hiring and firing process that makes it very difficult to bring new staff in from the outside world and nearly impossible to fire anyone who's actually made it in; short of acts of violence, there's almost nothing that can get you summarily fired from this place.

Hell, we even had one person in our division who had a psychotic episode in the middle of the work week and started barraging the department chair with emails explaining that God was lining up on her side and against her supervisor, so everyone beware, and she got a week's sick leave to try to pull herself together and then was allowed to resign without anything negative in her work record.

And you two? No craziness. No malice. No malingering; just kindness and professionalism and what kind of crack are these people on?

Aww, geez Fay! That sucks! I was hoping it was just something stupid like administrative stuff going weird for hiring new people or something. I'd definitely think the principal should SAY what the issues are (not to mention, if she's never said, how exactly are they "ongoing"? I mean, if it's ACTUALLY an issue, she should want you to fix it NOW. And if it's NOT an issue important enough to talk to you about, then it shouldn't be an impediment otherwise). BUTTMUNCHES.

I am at my sister's house, using her WiFi and watching my brother in law play some horrible fighting monsters game on Playstation. This is boring, but still a million times better than being at my parents' house.

And you two? No craziness. No malice. No malingering; just kindness and professionalism and what kind of crack are these people on?

THIS.

I am stunned and horrified by all of the hideous work stories I've been hearing lately. Katie Bee, Daniel, Fay...there are no words. Oh wait...yes there are. They just aren't words I should be saying if I want to avoid getting coal in my stocking.

I'm so sorry.

OK, is there anyway that Friday the 23=Friday the 13, because this has been the day from HELL around here.

And I'm saying that, with some sheepishness, as someone who is suddenly greatful that all that happened to me today was getting my car stolen.

I've said this too much recently (in one way or another), but here it is again:

{{{{{BITCHES!!!!!}}}}}

Also, 2005? EAT SHIT AND DIE!!!! Ordinarily I'd say "Eat shit and live" because I think that could be the more unpleasant prospect, but I think I want 2005 in my currently metaphorical rear view mirror ASAP.

as someone who is suddenly greatful that all that happened to me today was getting my car stolen

See, this is the kind of qualifier that nobody should ever have to utter.

I'm so sorry about your car, Frank. Granted, nobody's bleeding or missing a limb or fired, but it's still a huge load of misery to get flopped in your lap first thing in the morning right before Christmas.

I would tell 2005 to kiss my ass, but 2005 is unworthy of my ass. 2005 can go kiss Tom Delay's indicted ass, is what it can kiss.

What a suck ass day! {{Daniel}}{{Fay}}{{Frank}} May 2006 bring much better things to your life. And to all the rest of the Bitches. Damn, this year can't end soon enough!

Frank, I'm so sorry about the car.

So I found out a few hours ago that my DxH hasn't yet told his mother or brother about the impending divorce. How did I find out? Because they sent me presents.

headdesk

Okay, this needs to stop now. BAD 2005. No cookie.

You're getting a divorce? I'm so sorry.

Gud, yep. It's been in the works since last spring, though I didn't announce it to the board until the fall.

On the upside, out of that sadness came one wonderful thing--I ended up falling in love with some craxy Buffista in a kilt.

Oh Kristin, how chicken-shit of him.

2005, you are on notice - one more week...make it GOOD.