Everywhere I've worked it's just "s/he no longer works here" which means they were terminated. I guess it's just a way to say it without saying anything concrete. When I got a text from my supervisor at Belk the day I came to an agreement with worker's comp I texted back "I'm sorry I can't , I no longer work there".
We aren't supposed to talk about it or her but of course people were and I guess she wasn't handling the stress of the remodel well which included taking it out on lower management people so ... who knows.
Along with M's appointment today Mom brought Lovey all the way back to our vet for a second opinion and Lovey will lose his other eye. She has an appointment Monday at 7:30 am (It's about an hour and fifteen min drive, I told her she can come over here for a nap after). And it will be the same cost of removing his other eye so both eyes will end up being just under the price her vet quoted for removing one eye.
I just found out a few days ago the reason a former supervisor of mine was let go unexpectedly several years back. I'd avoided asking her because (1) it wasn't really my business, and (2) I didn't want to know anything that could impact our friendship, or force me to choose sides between her and management who are relatives and friends of mine. But Mom got the 411 at a family event recently and spilled to me.
And one of our maintenance guys got fired this week for un-explained reasons. He was very popular with both staff and residents, so very helpful and eager to please. And also, he's romantically linked to the head of nursing. (She says he's already landed a new job, so that's a small beam of joy.)
Several years ago a co-worker of mine walked out halfway through the day and just never came back. And since he never officially quit it took WEEKS before our team lead was even allowed to say "He no longer works here" and start hiring to fill his role. (We weren't told that he hadn't given notice, of course, but it became clear after weeks of silence that HR was waiting some legally mandated amount of time before they could consider him to have quit retroactively, I assume to avoid paying severance to someone who just LEFT.)
Fucksake, I went out to retrieve an Amazon package delivered to the next-door neighbor’s porch, walked up 2 of the 4 steps on their porch, and my right knee just decided it was done with being a knee. It just kind of collapsed in a direction that it shouldn't go.
It hurt so badly that I had to just hold the railing tightly and breathe deeply for like a minute so I wouldn’t yell, because I was on my neighbor's steps and that would be embarrassing. Then I leaned way forward to get the package, because I didn’t think it was a good idea to go up the last 2 steps, maneuvered my way back down the steps *backwards*, limped back across our yard with the box in my arms, figured out how to climb the 4 steps on our front porch, and now I am full of ibuprofen with an ice pack on my knee. What the fuck. It hurts a LOT.
I had other plans, none of which involved elevating my leg and icing my knee. Tonight we are getting sushi and seeing Deadpool & Wolverine, and the knee issue is not going to stop me. The movie theater seats recline, so that's a bonus for my knee.
I call this age The Age of Unreliable Knees.
I...may not be going to get sushi for dinner and seeing a movie. This shit really hurts if I move at all. It doesn't hurt as long as I have my leg propped up and don't move.
Fortunately, we are so decrepit and falling apart that we have many icepacks.
Yeah, don't make it worse.
Is an ER visit getting serious consideration?
Oh no! Knees really are stupid
