BACK TO HELL

I was given about 3 days to mourn my loss without too much craziness. Then, by Thursday or Friday, I was back in HELL. Not only did I get back to HELL, but somehow it managed to become much, much hotter!

I was sitting in my office, minding my own business. In fact I was working on a Settlement Letter that was being prepared to be sent to an insurance company to try to get settlement negotiations started. Pretty typical day. Nothing out of the ordinary until...

FAT GODZILLA walks into my room, throws five pages of paper on my desk, and wants to know why I was looking up information on a gynecologist. My first instinct was to become defensive. Why the fuck do you care what I am looking at. Then it hit me. How did she know what I was looking at.

FAT GODZILLA was doing the dirty work for her brother, DON BOY. He was home and trying to catch me doing something wrong, he was remotely monitoring my computer activity. The fucking prick. I don't know what he thinks that I can do. He has a lock on the computers and super-restricted internet access. May I remind you that our office does not even have e-mail access.

So, what was I doing? I was looking at the online physician's profile (a site which we do have access to) of different doctors. Now I will admit that a few of the doctors were for personal use. But, it took me no more than 2 minutes to print out what I needed. I spent a good hour of the time looking up stuff for our clients, so theoretically, I was just taking a quick break. I don't smoke, so let's call that my smoking break. Whatever. In my opinion, I did nothing wrong.

That being said, to make matters worse, FAT GODZILLA did not know what he was doing, so she gave the proof to me. Of course I reamed her a new ass hole. Then I called DON BOY and did the same thing. He tried to cover it up with a lie, something about the server now printing out unexpected page printouts randomly. He even went as far as having THE WEASEL comee in to a meeting with her "pretend" printouts of her screen.

I know they are a bunch of liars. Of course, because he said that they were just random, he had no reason to even question me about them. But this all begs the question, what is he trying to accomplish. He has succeeded in pissing me off to the point of almost leaving. I am just exhausted with being treated like a child. I don't need to be babysat. No one in that office does, except for maybe FAT GODZILLA who can only sit on the phone with friends and order stuff from catalogs. Everyone else pretty much does their job. But, at a certain point, the last straw has to break. I believe my last straw did break. I am trying to temporarily tape it together just to keep the steady income. But I am irreversably cracked, and just waiting for it all to fall apart.

The funny part is that instead of printing out my work, all they had to do was ask, and I would have given a full explanation which they would have said was perfectly fine. Now, I don't trust them at all, and the little respect that I had for them, is now gone. I hope they are prepared for what comes next.