The day I was fired from his CPA firm was based upon what I believe to be a male conspiracy against wives. A kind of ol’ boys club that I think they invented in their first tree houses. I’m not sure because it is like the Mason’s they have a secret language, code, defenses and when they can catch their wives in less than stellar positions one of their code alerts goes into effect. Even if the men do not know each other they help each other “get her.” She is swooped down upon, castigated, and put into her place.
I’m sure it is due to their mothers always being right and they have a form of resentment…of course Fraud, being a man, never got around to bring this up. He alluded to it in his Oedipus Complex theory but because that was too sick for we mortal women to comprehend we don’t look into it closely enough to protect ourselves from the boys club.
Oh but wait, you men want to know how I was caught, punished and fired…so I go back to the idea of how insecure I was when women were in the same room with my husband (ex). I’m not sure if the fear was based upon a fear of being left after years of investing my time and effort in him or that I would witness him and another woman jumping on each other in front of me and I was going to miss out on something. I hugely doubt the latter.
So, one day I was minding my own business at his business filing in the front area when an attractive woman, not sure if she was or wasn’t the ol’ boys club would have to give a final verdict on that, came into the office. (Actually in looking back at this I should have been just as angry at the woman, and you should be too, gals, but we are trained in many complex and illogical ways so my resentment levels were pointed at him.) So she comes into the office and instead of them talking about her tax forms that she was picking up, they discuss how they could go camping with each other…waiting, ….ya! GO CAMPING WITH ONE ANOTHER, right there in front of the wife! (The worst part is that this woman KNEW that I was his wife…or was the worst part that he was talking like this in front of his WIFE? Not sure now and at this point do not care….)
Here is the firing offense: The woman finally leaves with a giggle and a promise that someday they will go camping with each other. Now, I would understand all of this if his payment was determinant upon a tip and the more giggle you got out of the gal the higher tip. But here is a tip for you, CPA’s charge by the hour…he has already charged you a huge fee so in reality the last giggle is on you sweetie pie…this sounds like I’m still affected by all of this but later I can assure you all how unaffected I am by this.
As she leaves the office giggling and as the door was shutting I turned to him and said, “LIKE HELL YOU ARE!” Just as an older man walks through the door…Red faced I apologized to the old man and hid in the back of the office.
The next day this husband goes hiding in his office as his partner calls me into his office. He explains to me my offenses and why he has to fire me…I try to explain my side, but not knowing that in the ol’ boys club there are no provisions for another side, I find that my offenses are too devastating to keep me working at the CPA firm that my husband is 49% owner of. Should I have told you that the partner wasn’t there the day before? That the old man had called him to complain of my foul mouth? That my husband’s hands were tied and couldn’t save me?
I looked at the husband in the dark office trying to hide or hush me because…I could get fired? Oh wait, that already happened…but like the girl I was I got my things and quietly went home…
Once my now days husband (and best friend) told me that his dog had run his grandma into the house when she was trying to get him for an offense. I guess it was a switchable offense but the male dog didn’t like her attitude and chased after her, protecting the boys out in the yard that needed some correcting. The boys thought that was REAL funny….. until their grandma said, “You have to come into the house sometime.”
…let’s just say, for the time being, that husband had to come home sometime…
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