Over a week later, and I find my unemployment status to be cloaked in a distinct jacket of employment. My "ex"- boss has called me at least once (sometimes up to four or five times) a day since the Demise of my company. Every time he's called, he's wanted something - an answer to a question, a Report (or multiple reports) run, etc. And every call closes with a promise, albeit empty at this point, of a re-opening of the school.
His latest round of requests was met with silence....and voice mail. Undeterred, he called upon my former co-workers to harass me through Phone calls and text messages in an effort to get me to call him. "Imperative" was the word he used, amid some empty threats, in his pleas for me to phone him. Still, I didn't respond. Kizzle called him "frantic" in his search for me, and I felt an odd sense of power over a man who had dominated and intimidated me for six years. He is very used to getting his way, and this time, little 'ol Fuz wasn't allowing him the satisfaction.
In the end, I am unhappy to report he corralled me on the phone. He had a local company lawyer ring me, so I would be none the wiser, and then conference him in. Sneaky son of a bitch. And I complied because maybe, just maybe, the students will be helped. My angry hope at his demise is not as powerful as my sense of protection over the hundreds of people who were screwed.
Of course now you ask, what do I get out of this endless bout of free labor? Inactive health Insurance - that's what. I was told we were paid through the end of the month....but today my friendly CVS Pharmacist told me otherwise. Now I am left to fend for myself, and I will probably end up on BeeJ's insurance as his "domestic partner." *shudder* That's just weird.
His latest round of requests was met with silence....and voice mail. Undeterred, he called upon my former co-workers to harass me through Phone calls and text messages in an effort to get me to call him. "Imperative" was the word he used, amid some empty threats, in his pleas for me to phone him. Still, I didn't respond. Kizzle called him "frantic" in his search for me, and I felt an odd sense of power over a man who had dominated and intimidated me for six years. He is very used to getting his way, and this time, little 'ol Fuz wasn't allowing him the satisfaction.
In the end, I am unhappy to report he corralled me on the phone. He had a local company lawyer ring me, so I would be none the wiser, and then conference him in. Sneaky son of a bitch. And I complied because maybe, just maybe, the students will be helped. My angry hope at his demise is not as powerful as my sense of protection over the hundreds of people who were screwed.
Of course now you ask, what do I get out of this endless bout of free labor? Inactive health Insurance - that's what. I was told we were paid through the end of the month....but today my friendly CVS Pharmacist told me otherwise. Now I am left to fend for myself, and I will probably end up on BeeJ's insurance as his "domestic partner." *shudder* That's just weird.
