As you may know, Bob, I’ve been on unpaid leave for two weeks now because my employers fear the bedbugs in my apartment the way medieval Europeans feared lepers, bubonic plague, and intelligent heretics. Tired of waiting for something to happen, I went in person to HR this morning after seeing my therapist.
Things… did not go well. They refuse to pay me for leave that they ordered me to take, because I have no accumulated leave. Unless I can declare my life bedbug-free by July 27th, my employment will “become inactive”. A new level of euphemism has been achieved here: What they mean is that they will fire me for having a bedbug problem, in the city with the highest number of bedbug infestations in the country.
The best deal they can offer me, apparently, is to take a disability retirement, based on my knee problems and my ongoing depression. I’m going to get on the paperwork for that.
Meanwhile, I still have to vacate my current apartment by July 31st… just that now I have to do it with no income and no savings.
I invite you to donate to my Ko-fi if you can, but also! I can offer my services as a writer and editor.
- For $25 I will write a prayer, hymn, or other ritual text to your specifications.
- I will edit/beta read non-fannish writing, fiction or nonfiction, for $10/page.
Thank you in advance for any help you can give, and that includes prayers and good mojo.
A Nest Made of Words 