November 1. My last day of employment is today. Yes, it’s a Saturday, and yes, it’s the Day of the Dead. It’s wild.
The reason they made my last day today is so I can keep my health insurance for one more month…though I have to pay the $600 for it out of my severance check. I also discovered that if I want to continue with this shitty coverage that it’s $1500 for COBRA. I don’t remember what I was paying before. Let me see if I can find the paperwork… just found it. Two years ago when I was on COBRA it was $600. Now, nearly 3X that amount! Jesus. I am headed to the healthcare.gov website now…
And y’all. I did a quick click around the site, but because of my age (now 58!), individual coverage for healthcare insurance is not that much better. We’re looking at over $1000/month whatever I end up choosing. I am just about freaking out.
But that’s not even the weird part!
So, you know that Kitty Cat’s last day was yesterday, right? And she is just about the nicest person you could ever meet - HIGHLY empathetic, extremely reasonable…may not have been the best choice for a CEO because she doesn’t have the asshole swagger that a lot of CEOs use for power, and does not have the “it” factor that you kind of need to be a super strong leader. Do you know what I mean? She’s a wonderful human being, but she’s more talented as a support - she was more like Head Cat’s organizer and therapist and Chief Protector. And I know that’s why Head Cat kept her on. She holds his secrets! But Head Cat did a number on her for sure.
ANYWAY, her employment contract as CEO stated that she was to get a certain payout when she left the company. Long story, but if she gets/takes that payout, it could bankrupt the company.
So it seems that Head Cat and his lesbian mistress (who is now with the company?!) may be trying to sue her for mismanagement of funds! They sent her a legal notice and all kinds of baloney. So we had a phone call last night, and she’s asked for character witnesses and everything. Hoo. Boy.
Kitty Cat also spilled some SHOCKING information that I don’t think I’ll ever get to spill here because if it should come out that I even wrote it here, I know I’ll absolutely be sued! But I’m going to have to get it out in a private entry because I’m holding some of the most bizarre DIRT. This is the wildest of the wild!
And I’m sorry that I’m teasing you with this, but…talk about someone blowing up their life in every single way imaginable!! I think it will all come out eventually, but I’m not going to be the one to spill right now until long after this drama is O.V.E.R. from my end.
What I have been sent is an end-of-employment/severance contract that states my last day, gives me a severance amount (4 weeks of salary that I desperately need) , but it won’t be paid out until November 30th. And I still have a bunch of boxes in my garage full of samples that need to be sent back to Head Cat. I asked for a truck to pick them up because they take up half my garage, but Head Cat says no way.
So I have to finalize all of that - get some wording to be updated in the contract and get whatever I can get out of my garage back to Head Cat, but I’m kind of concerned that there will be no money to send me for severance if they pay out Kitty Cat.
Fuck.
I wonder if the threat to sue Kitty Cat is to prolong her payout so that the company can stay somewhat afloat while they start working with a bunch of other people (long story, but Head Cat gets these partnership deals where he is paid hundreds of thousands of dollars so he can live a lavish lifestyle). Hopefully, he’ll put some of that cash back into the company, but what do I even care since I’m no longer there!
Literally the ONLY thing I care about is my 4 weeks pay.
And then on to an aggressive job search, which seems to get harder and harder every time.
What I am praying for and trying to manifest is a good, solid JOB with a company that will pay me a living wage and has medical insurance that will get me through somewhat unscathed and healthy. I don’t want to climb the corporate ladder. I want to do a good job - a fair job - one that will make me and, hopefully, others along the way, happy.
I want to live out the rest of my career on a solid note. No more drama. No more malicious bullshit.
Now, I’m off to see Best Bud. We are meeting in a spot halfway between our places (1.5 hour drive) to have lunch and hang.
xox,
GS
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