For back story, see this thread.
Dragon Lady got better for a while. Then she got worse. This week, I worked 16 hours on Sunday, 13 hours on Monday, got three hours of sleep and was back at my desk at 6 AM on Tuesday, due to a giant proposal under deadline. During this time, I was also spending time at the hospital with my best friend, who’s Dad was near death. He’s recovering, at this point, but it was pretty bad for a while and she was not eating or sleeping much and really needed emotional support. Needless to say, I was very stressed. She felt this was a good time to pick on me, including lecturing me for ‘leaving it to the last minute’, despite the fact that I’d been working on it every second since I recieved it. Then, when it was finally done, she complained that the reason it was running late was because I’d sent a personal email during the day. I did send one email, but it was only one, one I didn’t even write while at work. We have no company policy that forbids or even addresses email usage, and considering I’d worked for 29 out of the previous 48 hours, with no breakfast, lunch, or dinner (I did have a bag of popcorn and some cookies while working), I don’t think one email telling my friend why I’d fallen off the place of the planet was out of line-- especially since I actually sent it AFTER the proposal was out the door.
So obviously, she’s been reading my email and snooping on my computer. Because this evening (at about 7:30) she sends me an email telling me that it’s come to her attention (gee, I wonder how) that I’ve been using my work laptop for non-company business. Again, there is no policy against this. I was never told not to. I don’t surf porn. I take my laptop home because I’m basically on call 24/7. I was threatened with termination. In a fucking email. She doesn’t even have the decency to say it to my face. After all the dedication I put into my work. After all the stress I’ve been through. For wandering the net and working on my book during my lunchbreak. I’m not sure how good a blowjob she gave the CFO to get him to okay this threat, but my back is pretty much against the wall.
So, you stupid peice of shit, good luck running the office alone. Good luck with my filing system. Good luck following up on all the crap I was taking care of. Good luck dealing day in and day out with our sales people, who despise you. Good luck actually doing your own job duties, since you can’t just dump them on my desk anymore. I don’t care if they offered me a million dollars, I won’t work another day next to your bony, poorly clad ass. Take that laptop and shove it right up there. Fuck you AND your fire-alarm pulling spawn. I wish you a ruptured gall bladder, peritonitis and gangrene. Your pompous, assinine email was the last motherfucking straw.
I feel better than I have in six months.