That afternoon I got a call from my manager before the transfer. She told me that just that morning, one of the business managers we were writing a system for, sent an email to all relevant managers and told them how happy she was with all the results I achieved since taking the system over and that for the first time she had hope. Bittersweet, but made me feel slightly better. A few months later, I found out the real reason they terminated my employment in such an ugly way, was that they promised another employee the position they promoted me in to. She was threatening them with breach of contract and they took the easy way out and got rid of me.
My girlfriend at the time got me into crossdressing. She dared me to walk a city block, downtown during lunch hour with a short skirt, no panties! Just garter belt & hose underneath. So there i was. Wig on, big fake tips, tight top, mini skirt, garters, hose, no panties & makeup on. She let me out at stoplight. Of course I had to stand on the corner like a hooked before the light changed for me to cross & fulfill my dare! Walking slowly because not being use to wearing heels. I made my way down the block. Getting lots of stares from people knowing that my ass cheeks were just visible Below the skirt.
I get to the end & wait for about 5 minutes before she finally pulls up & let’s me in. Laughing out load! Couldn’t believe I’d go thru with it! Whish we had taken pics, but unfortunately didn’t. Would have lived to have my pic taken ,while dressed like that, under this sign for vacuum repair place. Sign read, “ doesn’t suck! We can fix that!” One of my relatives, a farmer, once came home to find that the farmhouse had been broken into. He went round the house quickly, and the only items that were missing were his rifle and the ammo (like most farmers, he had a gun – and a gun permit. He was a WW2 vet so he knew how to shoot too).
The message was from my uncle, and it ran: ‘I’ve broken into your home and stolen your gun, and tonight I’m going to come back and shoot you with your own gun’. My uncle was probably planning to stage the murder like a suicide (farmers are one of the profession with the highest incidence of suicide in France – bankruptcies galore, and it the lenders repossess the farm, they lose their home as their well as their business) but as you can tell from the fact that he’d left a voicemail, he is not very bright: he was 3 years behind at school. He is very fit physically though, and has a history of violence, from childhood onwards. In fact he is so violent that even the French army didn’t want him: they kicked him out, after diagnosing him with psychopathy.
My relative called the police (or rather the gendarmerie – my uncle’s side of the family have connections with the police so you cannot expect any help from them), they came over, listened to the voicemail, then went looking for my uncle. They found him a couple of kilometres away, sitting in his car with the gun and the ammo. My relative didn’t want yet to make the existing family feud worse (it’s a long story, spanning several generations – it goes back to the 19th century) so he decided not to press charges.
However, really good things came out of it. On my way home, through all my tears, I made a promise to myself that I was going to make a plan never to find myself in a situation like that again. And I did. I started my own business on the side, which eventually supported myself and my two children fully and it is still going today. Oh, and not that it gave me any satisfaction, but the few people involved in my termination were all terminated themselves over the next 18 months.