Doesn’t sound not too bad right? WRONG!!! My boss is the biggest ass you can think of, I would report one of our drivers for sexual harassment and he’d just laugh at me. he’d make snide comments about my weight, and the fact that I didn’t attend church. He also gave me sh!t for my educational choices in college. After dealing with these minor things for a while he started having me make surgical packs. -these are the “sterile” gowns and O.R. towels used during surgeries on all patients needing surgery at this huge hospital based out of this area.- in a completely non-sterile environment. He wouldn’t enforce protocol and left it in my hands, so when I trained anyone, I made sure they knew to wear a gown, hair cap, shoe covers, gloves, and a face mask-to prevent any kind of “human” contamination.

However, when my fingers on my right hand got broken he FORCED me on F.M.L.A. When I told him it wasn’t necessary for me to leave he said that I HAD to, or I’d be fired. So he hired my replacement, made me train her, and give her my keys only three days of training. He said when I came back I would be put out on the floor in production, I would keep my pay, but my schedule would change and my whole job description–which is illegal to the Family Medical Leave Act. I called corporate and they agreed that that was the plan and if I didn’t like it, I could quit.

I fought and they ended up giving me an office job in the clean room where there is not supposed to be anyone in, no food, drink, items to be stored, or anything. I told corporate about the comments my boss would give me and they told me to get over it. I just watched my replacement make surgical packs without putting up her hair or washing her hands. So what I am going to do is resign… and call OSHA, and let them deal with this mess. Did I mention that they’re not certified in anyway, and that maintenance is laying pipe 30 feet in the air without any harnesses? The hospital is also paying at least $7.50 per surgical pack(30 packs a week), they are unaware of the unsterile room and that what they are paying EXTRA for is not a savory product to use.–sorry it’s so long… It was so involved and this isn’t even all of the story–PHEW!

I started dating Robert in August. Our first date was his “perfect date” and we were oh so in love for a few months. I was so happy, or at least I thought I was. The first time he made me cry (which should have been the last) I found myself thinking “This again? Here we go.” But I kept on because I thought it would get better, and we had been friends for so long, I thought he wouldn’t purposefully hurt me.

Things deteriorated slowly, or at least on my end, it seemed that way. I tried to be a good girlfriend, and I ended up paying for dinners and his smokes every so often simply because I make “3 times as much as he does.” Mind, he was working two jobs at the time and I was essentially working one, as I was in the process of quitting my first job. The money thing was something that should have sent me running and I don’t know why it didn’t. Talking about money is a huge no with me unless it’s relevant to the conversation.

He started acting more and more distant, and on my birthday, we had dinner and he ended up taking up for what I thought was a noble reason (visiting a friend in the hospital). I came to find out later that it was a ploy designed by our mutual friends to get him away from me for the night. I didn’t think it was so likely, seeing as how my friends were never the type to try and screw my birthdays up.

He told me he’d make it up to me, and I do admit I overreacted, calling him crying on the phone because I had been ditched by the people who were going to hang out with me. I later found out that it had been his plan entirely and my best friend hadn’t had a clue what was going on. Robert showed up at my house at 6am. I let it slide because we had a New Year’s party which was also meant to celebrate my birthday and I didn’t want to ruin it. Neither did he, apparently.

He decided it would be a good idea to bring a girl and her brother with him, which was fine until she began to conduct herself in a less than lady like manner. I fell asleep early (long week at work and I’d been working a lot of hours due to holidays) and found out the next day that she’d taken off her underwear and pranced around all the guys. I’m sure she’s a nice girl and she was just drunk, but it rubbed me the wrong way big time.

Earlier that day, Robert had handed me his phone to text someone while he was driving. Once I’d sent the text, I unintentionally snooped and saw a text from her, and asked about it. He got really defensive, and basically told me to fuck off. I called him out on it being a red flag (sorry…) and he blamed it on his ex. I gritted my teeth and just sat it out.

New Year’s day, we sit outside my apartment in my car and he breaks up with me. At first, I was distraught, and demanded a break, which was stupid. When he refused to even talk with me about the terms of our ‘break,’ I said f*ck it, never mind, we’re done. The worst part of it was that I had to take him home after all of that since his fancy Mini Cooper’s clutch went out.

All I know is that I dodged a train wreck of crazy and drama here and I’m relieved. I’m sorry this is so long and poorly written!