Do you ever look at your family and wonder how you came out sane? And then look at your spouse’s family and wonder what would have happened to him/her if you hadn’t rescued him/her?
Yeah, we saw a lot of family over the Christmas weekend.
So, the week before the dawn of a new year is, I guess, time to reflect back on the events of the dying year. Today I’ve mostly been thinking about the tsunami that hit Asia last year. It didn’t affect me personally, but the news media was calling me at home asking about a rumor some student(s) started spreading that OCU had faculty in the area. I’d hardly even remember it, or give it another thought, except that when I tried to call Robert (my boss) for some other phone numbers, he wasn’t answering his cell phone. A week later I returned to work to find he’d been hospitalized with AIDS complications a few days after Christmas.
I spent the next five months doing my job and most of Robert’s, until that two-faced, spineless sack of shit Art Cotton fired me. About six weeks later, Robert died. Had things gone differently and we’d eventually parted ways for other reasons — one of us changing jobs, for instance — there’s a good chance we wouldn’t have talked much again. It works that way a lot of times. That he died, though … Well, that sucked. He was a smart guy, and very kind. His funeral was packed.
And, of course, I wouldn’t have been fired like I was if he’d still been there. Well, unless the spineless wonder had fired Robert, too, which is entirely possible when you consider who he’s no cleaned out almost everyone who was there when we took over as VP.
How many months did I spend whining here about how crappy it was at work? A lot, I know. And now I’ve spent almost seven months whining about not having a full-time job. And it’s not looking like that’s going to end any time soon.
I also wonder about one other thing. You see, a week or so before I was fired I got a call from a reporter with The Oklahoman newspaper who wanted to do an article of employees with non-traditional hairstyles. Just before the interview, I decided I should clear it with Cotton, and he nixed the idea. Since he lied to me about the reason I was being fired (Robert’s replacement wanted to hire her own people, he said), and I was replaced by a fashion-conscious woman already employed in a PR capacity at the university, I’ve wondered if part of the reason I was fired is because I don’t present the stereotypical professional image and Cotton just didn’t have the balls to say it for fear I’d sue.
Later this week I’ll dig up the writing goals I set for myself and see how I did. I know finishing Ulrik was one of those goals I failed to do, but I added a project that I finished.