.Bitter Descent.
He gave me a hug and told me that I was a young, beautiful, intelligent, warm soul who had genuinely touched the lives of many. I continued to cry; I walked away. The last patient I would ever see. I'm glad it was him.
It was a 3 month set up.
My eyes emptied their vats of tears not in representation of sadness or remorse, but instead to exemplify my anger and rage.
They terminated my position. "They" equaled my employers.
Four weeks ago they sent me a memo which stated that they would no longer accept my overtime hours and I would not be compensated for my time or efforts. Rightfully, I quit working overtime. This, in turn, gave them adequate, shall we say, reason for my termination. In doing so, I was not able to complete all of my duties within a 40 hour workweek. Now, the issue remains, what exactly were my duties? I do believe that were my job description pulled and examined, only about a fourth of what I was doing in a day was actually qualified as my responsibility. So, apparently going above and beyond was unacceptable.
In addition to being let go, it was effective immediately. They escorted me out of the office, making sure I took no more than what was legitimately mine. Oh, and as for severance, they reminded me that I took a 2 week vacation, and I could consider that my severance. Odd, how time I earned off is later considered my severance. For all they know they sent me out of that office with no money to my name and not a bite to eat in the house. I could sue the hell out of them if I wanted. On so many discrepencies. Why did I make you no referrals? Because you're bad people. End of story.
Okay. Whatever. FUCK YOU. Fuck that. Fuck your bullshit policies. Fuck your illicit behaviors, statements, rules, morals. Fuck your sneaky demeanor. Fuck your lies. Fuck your utterly shameless and tactless lifestyles.
I cried because I was livid. I don't miss the job. I don't miss the employers. The persons I will miss, require no missing at all, because I will remain in touch. Don't you dare tell me to disassociate myself from the people I care about. I will not do it. Ever.
I was supposed to break up with them. Not vice versa.
If you're going to "fire me" or "let me go" at least do it for a goddamn reason. Don't fabricate some bullshit story and train an employee behind my back for 6 weeks. Haha, there were a couple of reasons to actually fire me. Why they let those slide, I have no idea. This was bullshit. 100å/P>
What makes it bittersweet? I already have a job. I start tomorrow.
I hope you all flounder. Miserably. Or is the appropriate word brilliantly?
One more FUCKYOU. Just because.
And that's the story of how I was "terminated."
And in recent news, I got to snuggle. I got to see those silly-hide-behind-the-entanglement-of-pillows-and-blankets-smiling-eyes. It was most splendid. | 
