These Days Are Gone

It was the day before my birthday. I walked into my job with my doctors note in hand. I went straight to HR, the people who are supposed to help you.

The head HR person wasn’t there so the assistant came down and walked me over to my bosses office and that is when the worst of it happened. My dreams got ripped right out of my hands.

I worked at Electric Motor Contracting Company for 2 years and while I was in the mental hospital they told me I resigned. My question is, how could I have resigned while I was in the hospital?

Prior to all of this happening, I had just transitioned over to the nuclear side. I was very good at my job. I excelled with small motors and large motors and reorganized and made spread sheets for the entire storage unit and pumps department. So transitioning to nuclear was a dream come true!

Then I had a manic break that EMC did not understand. And when I said I wanted to be a gift giver in a state of delusion, they took that as me quitting my job. Which, I was in the mental hospital when this all took place.

Anyway, I walked into my boss’s office and I had my Doctors note. Debbie Modlin. Nick Bryant. And Jamie Jefferson all sat there. They told me I said I had quit and all my things were already packed for me and I had to leave because my position had already been replaced. I told them I had never quit. All three of them heard me say it.

I had no choice but to leave. It was completely unjust.

I wrote the president Steve Newing about it and he did nothing about it. And the worst of it is the head of HR Melissa Griffin did nothing to protect my rights. She did not offer me FMLA or anything. I was left with nothing.

At my job now, I am so thankful for the support I have and the people I work with because it is such a great environment.

Electric Motor Contracting Company did me dirty and this story needs to be shared

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