Meltdown...

Yeah, today was fantastic.  Started with my dogs going off @ 4:30AM.  Then my "elder statesman" of the pack decides that 4:30AM is a great time to go pee.  The problem with that is, he didn't "let me know."  Instead, he simply saunters into the hallway off the kitchen, hikes, and empties.  I swear to God he peed literally for 2 minutes straight, even with me yelling "STOP!!!"  Unbelievable.

So after cleaning his lake of pee I tried to go back to sleep.  Yeah, that's happening.  So I lay in bed for roughly an hour in a futile attempt to salvage what was left of what precious little sleep time I have.  Yeah, that worked out.

So I drive in to work, and honestly really don't remember the drive.  I get to work, and contact the auto repair shop I called two days prior to see how much it would be to fix my exhaust.  The guy tells me its going to be $800, and I literally laugh at him on the phone, thank him for his time, and hang up.

So here I am, with a car that really needs to be repaired, no sleep, and with all the other shit swirling the bowl I start melting down.  I go to my immediate supervisor; you remember her, right?  Ms. "Do we need to make a change?"  I ask if I can have the rest of the day off to get things taken care of, and to just have a minute to breathe.  I get the lecture about being a salaried employee blah blah blah (which, by the way, I have had 80 hours or more on every two-week timesheet since I started, save one) and that I'm "skating on thin ice."

I stop the meeting right there, and invoke my right to speak with HR, and tell my immediate supervisor that she has essentially threatened my job no less than five times since I started, and has created a hostile work environment, and I leave her office.  She steps out and asks, loudly I might add, if I'm leaving for the day.  I answer, equally loudly, that I was going to inform the VP that I need to speak with HR.

I finally find the VP and explain the situation as best I can, as I'm essentially nearly in full-on meltdown/two-steps-from-a-nervous breakdown mode.  She tells me that she needs to hear both sides of the story before determining if it was indeed a hostile work environment (odd that somebody who wasn't present for any of the other comments gets to determine that, but whatthefuckever).  She also asks me to step out for half-an-hour, which I do, and when I return I set to getting some work done.  I avoid everybody, as I'm not feeling all that sociable at this point.  I sit in the computer room and try to remotely remove profiles from lab machines, but can't get to the admin shares.  I get to do this in the labs themselves.  Yay.

I'm heading to the labs, and run into my supervisor again, who informs me that she needs to talk with me with another member of the staff (who happens to be a lawyer).  She tells me that I need to take the rest of the day off and that I need to compile a list of duties and responsibilities (which I did for her months ago), blah blah blah.

My question, dear readers, is this:  Why the fuck didn't she just say "hey, I understand, take the rest of the day" in the first place instead of getting on her feminazi high-horse?

I have no fucking clue either.

Tomorrow should  be interesting...