The Grabbyhands Debacle

God, I hate people sometimes, I really do. What a mess today has been. I’m not usually negative, although the last few entries do carry a certain gloominess about them. It’s just the people I work with and for are so incredibly…moronic? Juvenile? Irrational? Whatever. I’m lucky enough to have fou...

Her Wednesday email said something along the lines of, "The verdict is in, come on over and we'll discuss it." I didn't have time until Monday and I couldn't wait that long, so I called and asked if she could tell me over the phone. My claim, she said, was found 'unsubstantiated'. It seems everyo...

One of my favorite Favorites emailed me to ask about the Grabbyhands situation and I realized I am way overdue for an update. That, and I'm doing my best to avoid thinking about it. Ostrich Syndrome strikes without warning. Well, I finally went in and filed my complaint, then immediately regrette...

Last night I spoke for an hour on the phone to an old friend and trusted mentor about the Mr. Grabbyhands situation, and it turns out he's been witness to a few of these type of EEO cases in his long career. He sympathized with me about the awkwardness of my position, then advised me…

The burden of proof is on the accuser. This is the thought at the forefront of my mind as I weigh the arguments for and against taking action. It, together with all the thoughts that follow, is accompanied by a deep, unbroken sigh. With a rock on one side and a hard place on the…