Arghhhhh!!!

It is not typical of me, but I feel very strongly that I need to go to part of the serenity prayer for strength right now:  

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, Courage to change the things I can, And wisdom to know the difference.  

Or, in more typical Amy fashion, perhaps I should go straight to the wise words of Frank Costanza: 

Serenity Now!!!!

Oy!! Today I had to deal with HR from the place that fired me.  Believe me, they don't want to talk to me, but I initiated it because I question the legality of my termination.  So, in order to know if they broke any rules, I need to see the Employee Handbook.  Why do I not HAVE the employee handbook?  Because it was on the INTRAnet that you can only look at while you were on a work computer.  So then I was terminated, told to pack my things, and escorted from the building (the most BEWILDERING experience of my crazy life), so why on earth would I have the sense of mind to stop and say,"WAIT, let me look up the legality of this termination on the intranet before I am forever banned from reading it!"  It took a good week before all of this haze lifted and my hubby and I realized that I had worked for 115 days with no word of evaluation before that final day.  And the grounds for firing me was that I had not met expectations within the 90 day introductory period.  Naturally, we became curious about the evaluation policy and this "90 day" business.  So Friday I left a message with HR asking them to send me, by mail or electronically, a copy of the employee handbook.  Well, today is Wednesday and Little Miss Escort-Me-Out called to tell me that since I was no longer an employee, she could not provide me with the Employee Handbook.  Come on, roll your eyes with me.  Serenity Now!!!

And say a prayer for the poor HR people of the world.  I would not want their job for anything.

Being that she could not give me the information I needed, I asked for her supervisor.  She became hesitant.  She barely remembered her supervisor's name and can you believe it?  She just couldn't recall her supervisor's extension number at that time.  (and I got fired...thank GOD!) Honestly, if company policy was followed accordingly in my termination, then why is it such a freakin' ordeal to get me the information that would shut me up?  I'll tell you why...something isn't adding up.  

I'm not going to lie...I'm truly not a spiteful person.  However, if Little Miss Escort-Me-Out and my supervisor got less of a bonus for being involved in a minor wrongful termination situation, I would probably do a teeny tiny happy dance.  If nothing comes of this and they followed protocol, then they are still wasting my time (as they did for about 4 months) and I'm the fool.  So be it.

And since I am in such a crummy mood (yes, crummy), I leave you with Lamby.  Lamby just can't be looked at without feeling a little compassion.  I modified Lamby from http://www.craftster.org/forum/index.php?topic=155762.0 and I absolutely love him.  So do my kids.  I do not think I will part with him.  I took a lot of time embroidering his eyes and nose and I just love him.  So former employer, screw you!  Lamby is a testament that I live on! 

Oh wait, he had no arms then.  Here: