I was dismissed from my job just 2 days before my birthday. 14 days before Christmas. After almost 5 years of working my arse off on minimum wage for a company I wouldn't trust to be able to organise a fuck in a whorehouse. In all those years I endured bullying and discrimination at it's finest, yet I still stayed. Yes, I did approach the right person about the bullying. No, this did not achieve anything. I was the employee under the care of Mental Health. I was the misfit with Cancer. I was the one who spoke up for what I believed in. I refused to be a Muppet, and this was unacceptable.
The dismissal started with me approaching someone about issues there were after a small fire had made itself at home in the building. The conversation lead to other issues and this person decided to twist what I had said to suit himself. I now know why staff do not like communicating with him, and why staff have resigned in the past in order to get the fuck away from this Demon.
I then made the mistake of expressing my anger and frustration on Facebook after being made to feel intimidated by this Demon and another staff member printed it out and took it into work. I did not mention the company nor the Demons and Devils by name. To make matters much more interesting, I decided to fight fire with fire when I discovered this latest evilness and I printed her nasty vicious comments made to me which actually mentioned a manager by name, I also made Human Resources aware of her bullying and lying about being dismissed from her previous job. She has kept her job. I have to wonder if they are aware that to treat these cases differently, it is discrimination.
It was Wyatt's stalker that printed my Facebook page out. Indeed, my son has already had someone obsessed with him, and he is not even 2 years of age. Within the first few days of being home with this prem baby of mine, KA was texting and calling me from early morning until late at night. She wanted to know everything my son was doing and how he was at all times. She even tried telling me how and what to do, and she has never been a mother herself! It got fucking annoying, fast. And then I found out though other workmates that she was talking about him non-stop and she had become a laughing stock due to her obsession. This upset me greatly and I asked her to back off. She got nasty. I won't go into details, but I had my son to protect so I spoke up about her bullying tactics at the time which got me nowhere.
When my son was born, I received nothing. I sent a birth announcement with a photo of the lil fella into work and I got zilch in return. Another staff member had a child not long before me and was given a card, I did not even get this much. When I was diagnosed with Cancer and fighting for my life, another staff member had a minor health issue and was given a card. I did not even get this much. I was told by the Demon in our post-fire conversation that maybe the other staff member had deserved it. I guess being told you have one of the most deadly and unpredictable Cancer's does not entitle you to any sympathy. Well, not if you are me.
A boss was diagnosed with Cancer not long ago and the staff that were aware of this refused to tell the boss anything bad due to "not wanting to upset this person". I would of thought, out of everyone, this person would of been the one to have some idea of what I had been going through but this sufferer did not like to talk about it and told me that whenever I mentioned the word Cancer it was like putting a knife through their heart. I understand someone not wanting to talk about something so horrible, but I felt that I was being censored with my own battle. Although now I have some understanding as to why I did not get any support from this person throughout my most recent surgeries and hospital visits. Not that the company ever gave me much support in the first place. I think that sufferer was scared and did not want any reminders of mortality.
This division of Hell I worked for pride themselves on being a family company, yet they have no problem treating a Cancer suffering mother like a piece of shit. And they have no issue with allowing a 4 year old, in BAREFEET, to enter the place after a fire in order to have a look at the damage. This child left with the soles of her feet blackened. Family pride my fucking arse.
Although, I must be honest and say that escaping from Hell and coming back to the real world has been a blessing in disguise. It has been a struggle finanicially, but that should hopefully soon be solved. Other than losing my pitiful wage, I certainly do not miss working for Satan. Hell is hot and nasty.
Mental Health does not discriminate against anyone. But people do discriminate against Mental Health.
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