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So I got fired last week. Why? Because I wouldn't sleep with the boss. Okay I won't go that far, but basically I was the only girl in the office who would not return his advances and apparently that pissed him off, and it took him a few weeks to figure out a way to get revenge. It went kinda like this:

I called in sick because, well, I was sick. I get a call from this boss guy, who I'll call Beergut, telling me he's assuming I quit and thanks for the time or something. I was like... what? I'm not quitting, I'm home sick. He asks if I went to the doctor, I said no not yet, and he says in a roundabout way that not going to the doctor means I must not be sick.

Wtf?

I explain to him my symptoms (like I should have to do that) and continue to assure him that I was sick, and ya know, called in sick because I'm sick like people do from time to time when they're sick. I start to wonder why opinionated speculation about whether or not someone is ACTUALLY ill and whether they see a doctor or not are valid cause to be fired. Because it was becoming clear that this is what was happening. Not going to a doctor when you're sick doesn't mean you're not sick and in my case, it's because I hate doctors after some bad experience. *see Dr. Rant entry in this journal for further information*. That's my own quirk and it's personal and there's no reason it should affect my employment.
He keeps saying things like "it's just not working out". Each time he says this, I ask him to specify. Because I have never gotten anything but encouragement and compliments on my work performance. He tried for a second to say my job performance was questionable, and immediately stopped himself before I got to call bullshit on him for that one. I was ready with a good comeback too - he himself had praised me just days before.
All things considered, after about an hour of trying to get at least one good reason why I was being fired, other than for being sick (gee, what a horrible employee), I decide that the reason for the termination can only be one or both of the following two things:
1) New insurance plan that requires the partners to pay up much more than the previous plan. They knew I had medical needs approaching so I don't know if that's relevant but it's pretty suspicious. And assholish. I know the company was struggling a little financially so I'm wondering if that didn't have some part in this.
2) The afore-mentioned disinterest on my part to accept a pass from this guy. Repeated suggestions, flirting, inappropriate behavior in my opinion from a boss to an employee and I never budged (wouldn't have even if I *was* interested in him, which I was not - and couldn't see why the other girls in the office were). I can illustrate this with a specific incident: Beergut gave me a ride to a seminar for work because I didn't know where it was and he was the only one left at the office. I was immediately uncomfortable, but then on the way back he says he's stopping by his house to get something he needs for a meeting. Uh... ok... he lives right around the corner from the office so I don't see why he can't drop me off first, but I just stay quiet. Then he tells me to come on in and he has already turned the car off, so I'm like well shit, if he's turning off the AC in this black car sitting out in the scorching Florida sun in the middle of the day, fine, I'll wait inside. I'm standing there waiting for him to find his stuff so we can leave, and he says he wants to give me a tour of his place. Shit, are you serious? This is kinda starting to cross the appropriate boundaries of oh there's your bedroom and hot tub and your bar yup, boundary crossed. All I can think to say in response to all this is "nice place". CAN WE GO NOW. I AM NOT COMFORTABLE. Back in the car, he makes another mention of the bar. And says I should come over for cocktails and hang out sometime. Then he repeats the "just to hang out" part, which I'm sure anyone can assure you means just the opposite. After a detour so he can also show me his boat, we finally get back to the office and I continue to feel weird. A few days later I'm fired. Hm.
I think it goes without saying that I don't really want to work for people like that anyway. The office manager and I get in touch and she feels really bad, she wishes she could have done something but she doesn't have any pull with this stuff, etc and I tell her stop it, I understand, it's not your fault we're still friends and so on. She hooks me up with a friend/collegue at an architectural firm who is looking for office help and gives me the number and who to talk to, along with a letter of recommendation. Killr. I interviewed yesterday.

Today, a week after Beergut's jerkoffness, I went outside and watched a space shuttle fly through the air. Then I got that job. I'm an office manager. HAH! ME! A MANAGER! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA oh god.