The Jewish Board suspended me without pay yesterday. There wasn’t even a write-up this time. Susan Bear, LCSW, a fat lesbian with lots of power, but no common sense, came storming into the Youth Counseling League at 3:30 p.m. to share the news of my “administrative leave”. I was covering the front reception desk at the time. All but one of the secretaries in the office called in sick yesterday. I was there all alone when she came walking in the front door. After finding someone to cover the front desk, Susan Bear and Maria Barreto called me into my own office.
“I’m here to advise you that we are placing you on administrative leave, without pay, as a result of the petty cash situation.”
“Alright. What does this mean? Should I file for unemployment insurance?”
“Oh, our investigation shouldn’t take that long. You can call Steven Mayo in Human Resources tomorrow…” Ms. Bear, the dog, barked.
As readers of my blog may know, I filed a complaint with the New York State Division of Human Rights several years ago, accusing the Jewish Board of harassing me because I have schizophrenia. I came out at work and told them all that I was sick and I could do only so much. They gave me an involuntary promotion and pay increase of $7,000, yet I begged that they take their money back simply because I could not do too much, due to my disability. They wanted me to write for them. In every job and position I have ever held in life, it is my writing that causes such persecution. It seems everyone wants to own my prose. People like Susan Bear who couldn’t write to save the hair on their face, always make me write for them. I’m so tired of it. They should go back to school and stop pretending that what I write came from them.
I thought working in a place that treats people with mental illness that my employer would be accommodating– fat chance! Not with Susan Bear’s big ass running the show at the Jewish Board.
I’ve been subject to random desk audits since filing my original complaint with the State Division of Human Rights. I told the state that my employer was forcing me to use my own bank account to cash checks on behalf of the state sponsored mental health program. My complaint caused quite a stir. A hearing was called at the State Office building in Harlem, in regards to the charges. My complaint was dismissed, although the State of New York advised me that Susan Bear had been warned to stop harassing me. Months have passed since the drama. The harassment continued. In June, I was accused of stealing over $2,000 in petty cash funds. It was an oversight on the part of accounts payable. I produced all my back- up documentation and demanded an apology, especially considering the fact that I have been audited, almost every day, since January. If there was a problem with my petty cash account, shouldn’t it have been noted during my surprise audits? I quickly filed a third complaint with the state and produced all the paperwork proving that I did not steal money from the Jewish Board. I refused to permit Susan Bear to audit me again, at least until I received something in writing relating to the $2,000 oversight on the part of the Jewish Board.
It seems that every other day, they storm into my office and demand to count all the money that is in the Youth Counseling League’s petty cash account. It’s not as simple as just counting money. Petty cash is used for reimbursement of transportation for Medicaid patients. When adolescents with Medicaid come into the Youth Counseling League, they each sign for $4 for the subway to and from therapy. I am responsible for the bookkeeping of these funds, although four different staff are responsible for distributing the cash to the kids at the front desk.
I was sick of the audits. I couldn’t stand being micro managed any longer, so I refused to participate in any more auditing.
I was suspended because I refused to play any more childish games with the Jewish Board.
Today I sit here, on leave without pay, almost worried where my next meal will come from. I could grow worried and upset again, but I will not this time. I will not permit myself to have another nervous breakdown. It’s simply not worth it. Because if I do go mad, the only help out there for people like me are evil empires like that of the Jewish Board of Family and Children’s Services.
The meeting which led to my suspension wasn’t as dramatic as one may think it would have been. Susan was very professional and said just a few words– “You can leave now. You are on administrative leave.”
I quickly dashed out of the office, excited over my three day weekend. Susan Bear and Maria Barreto followed me out the door. Maria kept yelling… Charles…Charles…wait one moment.” It took for ever for the elevator to stop on our floor. “Charles, Charles, Charles…” she kept saying to get me to look in their direction.
I couldn’t stand it any longer. I had to do something. I lifted my middle finger at them. Like Moses parting the sea, I put the fear of God into those dykes. I should have grabbed my crotch and spit in their direction, but I’m too much of a gentleman.
The three of us just stood there, looking at my middle finger in disbelief. Did I really do that? Yes I did. And it felt so good. I felt like Susan Bear with a hard-on.