Nov 22, 2011 10:42
Oh, well, I was going to type out a more detailed post, but fuck it.
My boss called to let me know that the father of one my ex-kids, a five year old, has again gotten irrationally angry at me, and made a death threat. (the dad saw me yesterday and after his son and the boy's mother initiated contact with me while I was outside the center taking a phone call. I did talk to the little guy for a minute. I didn't want to snub a small child, who likes me and doesn't understand why I don't come to his house anymore. I'd seen this family in the office waiting room and had made minimal small talk to the child and mother before without the dad blowing his top, so I didn't think it was going to be a problem. Oh, but apparently it was.)
He'd like to put a bullet in my brain, and take his chances with the jury. He called the psychiarist and told him that. Oh, Joy.
The company has terminated his case, (I feel sorry for the little guy, but they have some in-home services right now). The police in the town where my office is and in the town where the family lives has been notified, and I was told to stay out of the office today. The company is going to do some sort of complaint with the police against him, but hopefully I won't have to go to court.
Isn't that just lovely holiday news?
Laurie
my life