There will be no more formal complaints made to the New York State Division of Human Rights for disability discrimination relating to my schizophrenia diagnosis. I am flattered that my employer, the Jewish Board and their powerful attorney argued in my favor, insisting that it is not possible for me to have had that diagnosis and that I am exaggerating claims that I was discriminated against due to my severe mental illness . The state and their Human Rights Specialist, Alton Wolf, will not have to spend countless tax dollars trying to defend what is simply craziness in the first place. I’m tired of telling them to get off my back. I simply do not care anymore. The strangest thing happened to my mind during the drama of filing formal human rights complaints against the Jewish Board and the administrative staff that run the place. I’m not paranoid anymore. I simply do not care. I’m free again.
Every month they audit me and the petty cash account for which I am custodian of. I suppose they figure that eventually I will tire and leave the job that I currently hold, especially if they keep fucking with me by investigating me with “desk audits”.
There was a misplaced $5 taken from the cash drawer for Medicaid Transportation expenses and placed in the box where staff store co-pays of clients who come to our clinic. No big deal, but they wrote me up for it. I just giggled inside.
But on Thursday, they pushed my buttons far too hard again. I received an e-mail from the assistant controller, John D’amico, informing me that more than $2,000 was missing from the account and I needed to be prepared to present receipts for the missing cash.
Back in December, I reduced the size of my program’s petty cash account simply because during the winter months we do not use as much petty cash and I didn’t want too much cash simply sitting in the safe. I am ultimately responsible for all the cash that comes and goes from the office and I filled out three forms that were necessary to reduce the amount on the account. I returned four voided checks, made out to me, the Petty Cash Custodian, and attached a memo explaining why the checks were being returned and that the total amount of the petty cash account was being reduced by more than $2,000.
The controller’s office lost the paper work and six months later, they started throwing accusations of missing funds at me. I faxed Mr. D’amico a copy of the documentation relating to my petty cash reduction that I saved.
One would think that John would e-mail me back to apologize for their oversight. I do have schizophrenia, and at times become incredibly paranoid at absolutely everything. There was no return e-mail. Nothing that said, “We are sorry for accusing you, Mr. Taylor. We are the real, crazy bastards. We cannot help that we are obsessed with every fucking coin in the free market.” Not a word came from them.
I really don’t care anymore.