Did I ever tell you guys that I got sued?
You may recall that last year at work I hired an assistant for a picky, cranky old dude. Nothing and no one was ever good enough for him. I found him a gem of an employee: smart, sweet, energetic, and capable. Everyone thought that she was fantastic... except for the cranky old dude, because he was so old and cranky.
This fellow, not a direct supervisor but someone above me in the pecking order, gave us all endless trouble. He was showing signs of reduced competence, due to his age (he was 80, and suffering from a chronic disease), but he had an excuse for everything. All of his lapses were someone else's fault. After an extremely difficult power struggle between him and the business owners, he finally agreed to leave. (I would have said that he retired - except we found out that he went straight back to work somewhere else.)
Things might not have worked out for him at his new job, because a few months later he found himself in need of cash. So what did he do? He sued the business I work for, for wrongful dismissal. Not only that, he named several individuals in the lawsuit, including me. Because supposedly I was one of the decision-makers. Believe me - if I had truly been a decision-maker, he would have been gone months before he finally left!
Without getting into details, it's a frivolous lawsuit. He hasn't got a case. I was confident of that from the beginning. But when I got served the papers with my name on them, it was like getting punched in the stomach. I've never been sued before. I turned myself inside out and upside down to try to keep that man happy for all the 10+ years that I worked with him, and this is my reward? He can earn over a million dollars a year as an accomplished professional, and he wants to put his big hand into my little pocket to steal my modest retirement savings?
The papers were served to me between Christmas and New Year's Eve last winter. Happy Holidays to me. I worried about it, because anyone would. You never know how a court case is going to turn out. I finally found out last month that my name had been removed from the lawsuit, subsequent to some negotiations... in March! My boss hadn't bothered to let me know that I was off the hook. I worried for an extra four months for no reason, until I finally bugged him for an update. Fantastic. This is why I have to take Paxil to survive my life.