Way back on April 15, I made a mistake. I got frustrated enough at work to pound my head against the corner of a cubicle, hard enough to draw blood (though I didn’t mean that to happen). I was just doing it to vent my frustration, but some of my co-workers were frightened by the spectacle.
After I calmed down, I apologized and thought that was that. But at the end of the day, my boss called me into his office. He put me on unpaid leave for 30 days and ordered me to see a psychiatrist (to be arranged through the Employee Assistance Program). Now this really kicked the legs out from under me, and struck me as a severe overreaction to what was basically a minor incident. I had worked there for almost three months; they should have known I wasn’t dangerous. He said I could come back sooner than that if the doctor gave his okay.
Bear in mind that I really don’t have any friends other than the folks I know from work, and even they are more acquantances than friends (I should mention that the Behavioral Compliance Agreement I signed forbade me from contacting the company until called upon, so I couldn’t call or email any of them) so this assured me I’d have nobody to talk to and I’d have to get through the whole suspension by myself.
It took a week for them to even set up a psychological evaluation, which should have given me a warning, but I was hopeful that I could get this over with quickly and have everything go back to normal.
After three sessions, the shrink was convinced I was no threat to anybody and promised to fax the signed release form to my employer. By this time it was the second of May and I was eagerly anticipating returning to work on Monday the sixth. Day after day went by and I wasn’t called. By Thursday the 9th I had heard nothing and was getting worried, so called the woman at the EAP and was told the doctor hadn’t faxed the form yet. Gee, I didn’t realize I’d have to keep calling just to get him to do his fucking job! This is my livelihood he’s screwing with!
Eventually the form was faxed and I thought finally I’d get to go back. But no, that would be too easy. After several more endless days of waiting, my boss called and told me there was only one obstacle left: getting my badge reactivated. I work for a contractor for a federal agency, and since 9/11 anyone on extended leave has their badge deactivated until they come back. Apparently none of his subordinates had done this because he wasn’t really sure what was involved, and the chief of security was out that week. That was last Thursday and I’ve heard nothing since then.
So now it’s the 21st of May, the thirty days are up but I’m still not earning a penny. I don’t have a start date yet, and everybody at work has either completely forgotten me or vaguely remembers me as some weirdo who was given the sack.
Day after day, I wait for a call, wearing my pager everywhere I go. I’m really getting sick and tired of waiting and I want something to HAPPEN, dammit!!

