Silver Lining?

Friday was interesting. I got my pink slip. Yes, I was laid off. That’s the nice way of putting it.

The not-so-nice way of putting it is my boss got me fired. See, she had it in her twisted head I was supposed to know what to do without her telling me. But what she failed to realize is that sending me three, four, five emails a day isn’t telling me what needs to be done. She never spoke to us (the team). She sat in her office and clickety-clacked on her keyboard with her long nails. A sound I had grown to loathe. She never came out. Never engaged in conversation. Never said good morning or hello or anything. She chewed me out for something that wasn’t my fault, proceeded to tell me that I was wrong and to prove what I was telling her was true. That was two weeks ago. It was the final straw for me.

I could go on, but what’s the point? What’s done is done. She feels powerful because she went to the big bosses and had me removed. She didn’t even have the balls to tell me herself. Nor did she hang around for when I was out. She left.

She’s a coward. She will always be a coward.

But what she doesn’t realize is that I had an hour-long meeting with that big boss. And I had my say. I told him everything. He needed to know. I have faith that Karma will, in fact, kick in.

Karma can be a bitch sometimes.

So now I’m off to file for unemployment and search for a job. Which, by the way, I’ve been doing for the last few weeks. There isn’t much out there. She knew this. She didn’t care. I hope she can sleep at night knowing what she did. And she DOES know what she did.

The bright side is I will never have speak to that woman again (unless it’s to tell her to go to hell). Nor will I have to listen to the annoying cube neighbor chomp on carrots, ice, apples or nuts. Oh, and I made my last car payment on Friday.

Silver lining, see?

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have  to remove this knife from my back.

By Michelle

I wish you all could be inside my head. The conversation is sparkling.