It's Monday night, tomorrow I return to my normal day. I need that bit of normality today. Anyone who's known me the last few years has known what a trying time I have endured. There has been so much change and no one dislikes change like I do. But here I am at home with my hubby, cooking dinner and waiting for the night to come to a quiet end.
We had such a lazy weekend. Maybe it wasn't so much lazy as it was just being completely devoid of energy. We have been on this go go go kind of schedule for the last 3 years. He's been running like a marathon man without a break. I've never spent that much time with him at home unless he's been ill. This weekend we just needed to start recharging our batteries. We were at that point physically and emotionally where even after plugging in the battery was too dead to power on. We watched movies and t.v., we made sandwiches and had bowls of cereal. We enjoyed being stinky together... we went to the mall and sat in the massage chairs for the better part of an hour. Not putting any money in, we just didn't have anywhere to be and nothing to do. It was a peaceful weekend.
Today he cleaned out his office. Silly man asked me to come in with him. I told him I couldn't do that if he actually wanted access to his personal things out of the building without a scene being made when management denied me entry into the building or the police department was called again. It is a good feeling to know he's done there. It is a wonderful feeling to know that my husband will not have a stroke brought on by the migraines triggered by the fumes in his sound proof office.
I was so angry over the weekend mostly because they got rid of him before he had the opportunity to walk out on them. It is amazing to me how callous those people were. In just short of 3 years he put in about 5 years worth of hours. But alas I got this weekend with my husband. I didn't anticipate that being the case, he thought he would be working all weekend to meet these obscure deadlines he thought he had. No more, these people will not get any more of my energy. They simply aren't worth it.
It is interesting how strange a week this turned out to be. My parents filed for bankruptcy, my sister is going through some now diagnosed health issues and then this. My parents are amazing, through all of this they are at peace. Here they are giving up on the home they worked all their lives to own and yet they are happy about the final decision that was somewhat thrust upon them. If they can be okay with moving out of this home of theirs then I can be okay. After all, we have our health, I have a job that I love with a company that doesn't treat me like shit. I have heath insurance and he has unemployment benefits available. So will we be okay? I certainly believe so. Will I continue to feel bitter about this? I think I earned the right. I am just way more vocal about it than Mike which might be shooting him in the foot but I really don't think so. I have to continue thanking whatever higher being for the amazing friends we have. The support we've received has been unexpected but I couldn't expect any less of these folks who have shown us the amazing character they have over the years.
Monday
Saturday
F*** You, F*** You, You're cool, and F*** You!!
Whether or not the rapture happens tonight doesn't really matter to me. Yesterday our lives were turned on their axis. Weeks short of his 3 year anniversary and after putting in countless hours of overtime for not even so much as a thank you, Mike was fired from his job. It really was quite a betrayal to him. But not unexpected. I can't begin to explain the rage I felt when he told me.
I have to explain, Mike is, was, a salaried employee. As such he clearly isn't eligible for overtime. Most people who are salaried are expected to work 40 hours a week and in some fields they sometimes put in more hours. Some companies will offer these employees some comp time in exchange for their hard work and dedication. Mike, he was constantly told he wasn't doing enough. When he worked on the game for Another Night at the Museum there were points when he would walk into the office at 8am on Monday and didn't leave until 7pm on Tuesday night. Is that even legal? There is probably some wording that makes it ok for them to do that without paying him more or even offering him a thanks for your incredibly long hours dude! No not at that company.
Over the last few weeks Mike has been on that same thankless schedule. He has refused to do the 24hr stints because of the impact on his health. The constant crippling migraines we're killing him literally. But still there he was crunching cause he had to get it done! He was so stressed trying to get all his deadlines met before we went to Cincinnati. Surprised that he didn't get as much push back about wanting to take that vacation as he has in the past. He finished his work and we got back only to go back to the grind. 2 full days of audio recording followed by producers pouncing on him to get it all edited down. He was surprised that they wanted it so quickly and they continued to assure him that it was because someone didn't know they might be happy with it. Can you get it done asap they asked? He figured he would work through the weekend and have it done before Monday morning. Well that wasn't good enough. I guess I can stay late and get it done tonight he said Thursday night. Friday morning he walks in the office and is greeted by nervous requests asking if he had gotten it done. What's with all the urgency? Well yeah he got it done and boy were they relieved. Within minutes he had been fired. Those sons of bitches knew it was coming and wanted to make sure they wouldn't be left with half done work before they escorted him out of the building.
Yes I was fucking pissed off. Yes I would absolutely wish bodily harm to every single person in management in that office. But would I ever go out of my way to actually cause bodily harm to another person? Come the fuck on. I made a remark on facebook about hitting his boss with my car. Am I really gonna sit around in a dark parking lot waiting for him to leave the building to do so? Jesus Christ on a pogo stick, I really have better things to do. But in true Robert Daly fashion, incredible pathetic piece of shit that he is he called the police! Well I must say I wasn't surprised it got to him. While all of my friends could understand there would be some incredibly angry feelings over what had just transpired there was one person who I should have long ago deleted from my friends list, Shelby the rat bitch in that office who ran to Robert with a screen print of my facebook. So Robert loses his shit and decides he's gonna stick it to me! Oh how dare I say anything about him like that? He sure showed me calling the police. He can absolutely go fuck himself. I wish all kids of horrible shit to befall on him. And hey guess what it's legal for me to say that! I hope a homeless person pisses on you in the streets or mugs you even. You fat faced piece of shit lying mother fucker. One day all the shit that he has done will catch up to him and he will suffer for it.
My husband was like a fucking oriental rug around that office. Every single one of the producers in that office stepped on or pissed on him at one point or another and frankly he's better off for being let go. I am not worried about our future. I know that he will be moving onto better things. He was definitely underestimated, his work has never been appreciated there. None of my anger has sprang from the idea of financial concern. We have discussed each time someone else has been let go if we would be okay and the answer has always been yes. My anger stems from the absolute disrespect from every single one of those persons. Who smile and say hi to me and Mike when they see us coming. Two faced slime balls, every single one of them. They pride themselves on being family people and I feel sorry for the children they are raising. To have people like that as an example of "character" it is really a shame.
For our part, Mike and I have an amazing base of friends who have shown us amazing support and who I know are true friends. We don't need to pick up our chins because they never fell. We will move on and continue to have a wonderful life and continue to say FUCK YOU to all of those fake people who have ever claimed to be a friend.
I have to explain, Mike is, was, a salaried employee. As such he clearly isn't eligible for overtime. Most people who are salaried are expected to work 40 hours a week and in some fields they sometimes put in more hours. Some companies will offer these employees some comp time in exchange for their hard work and dedication. Mike, he was constantly told he wasn't doing enough. When he worked on the game for Another Night at the Museum there were points when he would walk into the office at 8am on Monday and didn't leave until 7pm on Tuesday night. Is that even legal? There is probably some wording that makes it ok for them to do that without paying him more or even offering him a thanks for your incredibly long hours dude! No not at that company.
Over the last few weeks Mike has been on that same thankless schedule. He has refused to do the 24hr stints because of the impact on his health. The constant crippling migraines we're killing him literally. But still there he was crunching cause he had to get it done! He was so stressed trying to get all his deadlines met before we went to Cincinnati. Surprised that he didn't get as much push back about wanting to take that vacation as he has in the past. He finished his work and we got back only to go back to the grind. 2 full days of audio recording followed by producers pouncing on him to get it all edited down. He was surprised that they wanted it so quickly and they continued to assure him that it was because someone didn't know they might be happy with it. Can you get it done asap they asked? He figured he would work through the weekend and have it done before Monday morning. Well that wasn't good enough. I guess I can stay late and get it done tonight he said Thursday night. Friday morning he walks in the office and is greeted by nervous requests asking if he had gotten it done. What's with all the urgency? Well yeah he got it done and boy were they relieved. Within minutes he had been fired. Those sons of bitches knew it was coming and wanted to make sure they wouldn't be left with half done work before they escorted him out of the building.
Yes I was fucking pissed off. Yes I would absolutely wish bodily harm to every single person in management in that office. But would I ever go out of my way to actually cause bodily harm to another person? Come the fuck on. I made a remark on facebook about hitting his boss with my car. Am I really gonna sit around in a dark parking lot waiting for him to leave the building to do so? Jesus Christ on a pogo stick, I really have better things to do. But in true Robert Daly fashion, incredible pathetic piece of shit that he is he called the police! Well I must say I wasn't surprised it got to him. While all of my friends could understand there would be some incredibly angry feelings over what had just transpired there was one person who I should have long ago deleted from my friends list, Shelby the rat bitch in that office who ran to Robert with a screen print of my facebook. So Robert loses his shit and decides he's gonna stick it to me! Oh how dare I say anything about him like that? He sure showed me calling the police. He can absolutely go fuck himself. I wish all kids of horrible shit to befall on him. And hey guess what it's legal for me to say that! I hope a homeless person pisses on you in the streets or mugs you even. You fat faced piece of shit lying mother fucker. One day all the shit that he has done will catch up to him and he will suffer for it.
My husband was like a fucking oriental rug around that office. Every single one of the producers in that office stepped on or pissed on him at one point or another and frankly he's better off for being let go. I am not worried about our future. I know that he will be moving onto better things. He was definitely underestimated, his work has never been appreciated there. None of my anger has sprang from the idea of financial concern. We have discussed each time someone else has been let go if we would be okay and the answer has always been yes. My anger stems from the absolute disrespect from every single one of those persons. Who smile and say hi to me and Mike when they see us coming. Two faced slime balls, every single one of them. They pride themselves on being family people and I feel sorry for the children they are raising. To have people like that as an example of "character" it is really a shame.
For our part, Mike and I have an amazing base of friends who have shown us amazing support and who I know are true friends. We don't need to pick up our chins because they never fell. We will move on and continue to have a wonderful life and continue to say FUCK YOU to all of those fake people who have ever claimed to be a friend.
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