OH and it’s been one full month now since the complete and utter bullshit about my mental state and propensity to workplace violence began.

One month, and I still have not revealed the name of my employer. (Waiting for one last legal shoe drop…) My employer whose minions have crawled every corner of my website for the past month. Jesus Christ, don’t people have any real fucking work to do with tax payers’ money besides monitor me for signs of cracking?

By the way, word on the street is I really lost my job not so much over the threat of work place violence (because fucking hell we all knew that was a steaming dung heap of ridiculous, yet godawfully damaging, accusation), but from the “lapse in judgment” of continuing to write. Just to be clear, I lost my job for writing PERIOD.

I guess the deal is they get to accuse me of perhaps one of the worst things anyone has ever said about me in my life, bait me with coercive phone calls from both the people to whom I report, force me into a psych eval that I pass (and amuse the fucking hell out of the psychologist), and fucking fire me anyway. I on the other hand am supposed to shut the fuck up and roll with whatever punches they got and shut the fuck up some more.

Umm, people, I’m not Jesus, I don’t gotta turn the other cheek.