Friday, March 19, 2010

When You Protect a Liar, YOU Are Labeled One Yourself

Things were still on a roller coaster for me. One day, we were up, the next we were down.

To make matters even worse, the bank manager told me that she didn't want my boyfriend waiting in the lobby for me after work. He needed to wait outside. She may have been afraid of him. Can't really say I blame her.

One Friday afternoon at work, a lady came into the bank and said that she had been victimized. Someone had forged her name to a debit from her account, and it went through my teller window. It had my initials on it. It was also signed by the bank assistant manager. We went back through all of the steps of everything that happened, and I remembered that I did check the signature against the signature card, and it didn't match. I told the asst. manager, and he told me to do it anyway, and he signed the debit. Well, guess who got blamed?

A policeman came in, too me in an office and questioned me. I said that if I had $1,000, wouldn't I have fixed my car? Would I be walking everywhere or riding on the back of a motorcycle?

No one believed me. No one except him.

I was very upset about all of this over the weekend, and when I went back to work on Tuesday, one of the HR guys from the main office came and called me in the office.

And no one stood up for me. And I got fired.

I got fired for something I didn't do. I wish they would have fired me for something I actually did. Like call in sick when I wasn't. I wasn't very responsible back then, but I certainly didn't steal money. (Just a side note, there was talk later that the asst. manager got fired for money missing from the vault, but I don't know if that was true...)

I couldn't find a job, either. Tell a prospective employer that story, and it will not get you a job. I was honest. Honesty didn't get me very far. I even went so far as to talk to an attorney about what happened, but it wouldn't have been worth it to pursue it... my word against theirs.

And, as I said, no one stood up for me, except him and his family. Don't you know that pushed me further into his arms than I was before! He was very angry at the bank for what they did to me. Strange... he treated me badly, but he was the only one allowed to treat me like that?

It was a downhill ride, and I was going at breakneck speed.

When you think that it can't really get much worse than this, just watch.

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