What a day. The supervisor’s supervisor (S/S) was in after not being around for a number of days. I thought something might have been wrong in his life and I still do but I have no idea and my caring is flatlining. One of the things I do at my job is deal with clients who sometimes have appointments, sometimes they don’t.

Sometimes they speak English, sometimes they don’t. Yesterday some didn’t speak English. I used Google Translate and it worked. At 1:55 PM yesterday I had a few clients, including a couple not speaking English. The person they see collected them and brought them somewhere else for their meeting.

Nothing out of the ordinary. I moved on to my tasks as well as managing the remaining clients. Nothing to see here, but apparently I offended someone. I didn’t find that out until this morning when the supervisor’s supervisor summoned me to a meeting ably witnessed by the fleshy doorknob of a supervisor (DKB).

Before I headed to the meeting, I packed my bags. Most of my personal items have been brought home in July and I have a checklist of things that are mine that I do not want to forget. S/S asked me what happened at 1:55 PM.

I answered honestly, saying that I didn’t know. S/S led with some more questions and said that I was rude to someone. I said I had no idea what he was talking about and mentioned that the clockwatchers were certainly doing their job. He seemed proud of the clockwatchers.

I said as far as I knew nothing happened besides helping these clients and it was so inconsequential in the scheme of my work day. I have tasks and I do them, I help clients and make them feel comfortable. I talk to them and sometimes get them to laugh as they’re a little stressed out with their situation as well as the lingering effects of what happened 23 years ago.

I was up against the wall, SS and DKB were pushing me and I pushed back. S/S said I was interrupting him but what the fuck am I supposed to do? I’m on thin ice, three strikes against me. I had no idea what S/S was talking about but I had to defend myself.

I think S/S was hoping for a complacent confession, ‘Yes I did this, yes I did that’ but I still have no idea what he was talking about. DKB did a fantastic job of not saying anything just being the best witness a doorknob can be. I paid him no mind.

The meeting ended in a disgruntled manner. I’m certain my final days are approaching. Then again I’ve been feeling that since July 8. It was a job that I enjoyed going to. I liked the people I worked with and I liked the fact that what I was doing was helping people in an albeit small way.

Perhaps it’s the bookend to the volunteer work I did 23 years ago.