Well, it seems that I've either a) pissed someone off really bad or b) pissed someone off really bad... my boss - you all know the one... the micro-manager who is passive aggressive... emails me on Tuesday telling me that he needed to meet with me. Okay... about what you may be asking? I didn't have the faintest clue so at lunch I told him my anxiety was rearing its ugly head and he needed to ease it. I asked if everything was okay and his response was "I think so." But still wouldn't give me a clue as to what he wanted to meet with me over.
I rationalized that if it was bad, he would have pulled me into his office and told me that day. I thought it would be about the pending graduation for my students. I waited until Wednesday after school (Did I mention I had to wait 2 full days to find out what the hell was up?).
Well, it seems that someone sent the article that Yummy was featured in from our local morning paper to the freakin' bishop of my diocese. It seems that Yummy implied from his statement that answered the paper's inquiry about how often he cooks at home that we lived together. For those of you that are not Catholic, this is a HUGE no-no in the eyes of the Church. Yummy's exact statement was "I enjoy cooking for Honey and the princes but don't get to do it as often as I would like because of my schedule. Most chefs, me included, have the worst schedule with working evenings, weekends and holidays. But when I do cook, it's usually for a special event and we tend to make it an all day event."
Please help me here... where, oh where, does it say that he lives at blankety, blank-blank... in ass backwards, USA? How does one get from that statement that we are co-habitating? I'm baffled with this one...
But you see... I was guilty before I was even asked about it. My boss had my termination papers right there. Asked me if Yummy was living with me and I told him that as I told him when Yummy had surgery that he was staying with me because he couldn't be on his feet and needed someone to take care of him. So, yeah, I guess he is... My boss told me that if he was living full time with me then that was grounds for dismissal. I gave him Yummy's address told him to check it out if he needed. Then my boss through a sucker punch at me with I checked Yummy out on whitepages.com and his name comes up with your address and phone number. What the fuck did he just say he did? Ahem, yeah... asshole as I did that intentionally so I wouldn't have creep calling me as being a single mom and all. It's called protecting myself. Duh! Oh, yeah... did I leave out that I have Yummy's name on my checking as a "just in case" measure - if something were to happen to me someone can right checks out and pay for shit since I have no fucking family in the area!
My biggest concern out of all of this was when my boss told me that the letter was sent to the bishop anonymously. What the fuck? Did he just say anonymously? The fucking ball-less cocksucker didn't have the nerve to sign their name when they chose to put my job at stake? What kind of shit is this? What kind of person would do such a thing? And to send it to the freakin' bishop for god's sake... I can see sending it to the priest at the school but to the fucking bishop? That's a little (okay, a lot) excessive. It was sent with the malicious intent on getting me fired. I wasn't smart enough yesterday to ask to see the letter because I was seeing red. (It's fitting since I'm now wearing a Scarlett Letter.)
My boss went on to give me the lecture about getting my freakin' annulment and that this would follow me if I transferred to another school in our diocese. Was that a threat I just heard? I think so. See, I've put my name on the transfer list for this year as I'm licensed in my state to teach the fucking adorable middle school students. I needed to get 2 classes completed this summer to renew my emergency permit but the fuckin' college isn't offering one of my classes and the other not a time that I can take it. Having ones' own kids gets in the way of everything. :) So, if I couldn't find the classes some place else, I was going to have to give up my classroom. It was advised that I try to transfer to another school should a position become available. At this point, I told my boss that I had applied for a preschool position and an elementary position within another district which he made sure to tell me that they only accept applications on-line. Really... didn't know that even though I've already completed everything for it Sherlock.
Now, I'm left wondering if it was a parent, a church member, a co-worker, or my fucking ex-husband (yes, he would do something like this) or one of his many so-called friends. Whomever it was has now ruined my career with the diocese. I'm marked with the Scarlett Letter. Because of this... last night I was ready to sign my resignation letter and turn it in today to my boss. I feel like I'm caught... if I stay, the person will just try again. It looks like I will be giving up my classroom at the end of the year to stay home with the princes. This just takes one thing off my already filled plate and considering I'm adding a legal battle with the ex for full custody of the princes due to his stupidity that will take the jobs spot on the plate, I'd say it just might be divine intervention at its best.
At the moment, I'm sick to my stomach, depressed, pissed off (better than pissed on as one person pointed out to me) and ready to rumble with whoever steps in the way.