It was a massive decision for me to make.
Let me explain what I mean, the office environment was very, very toxic, and I was targeted by a female FBI Agent, who was my supervisor. It's not easy working under someone that don't like you or want me to continue working at FBIHQ prior to her coming in. I am a very nice person, but when it come down to standing my ground and speaking my truth... being a nice person is set aside.
It's not easy thinking about all the challenges and obstacles I faced trying to do the job I was getting paid to do. I would leave work on my desk, that I was waiting on additional information from the agents. It would vanish. I am looking everywhere for the files. Meanwhile, another person in the office came to me with the document seeking my help.
I was so pissed off... not with the person asking for help; instead with my supervisor. There was no job related reason for her to take my work without telling me. This was personal for her, she wanted me gone, and would go out of her way to "BlackBall me," in an attempt to force me to either look another job or just quit.
You know what I have said here is only a tiny bit of what happened to me. I ended up being taken away from the office on a stretcher to the hospital, after getting overly stressed, then passed out. I fell backward, hitting my head on the concrete floor.
Little did she know, I didn't make a habit of running away from challenges and obstacles that I am confronted with. There was noway I would jepodiaze my ability to continue paying my bills? In other wording, I chose to fight like hell.
Beacuse I had gotten feedup with all of her bullshit."
Let me tell you, in doing so, I found myself in a position where I needed more power to fight that battle with FBIHQ.
SO I HIRED THE BEST ATTORNEY I COULD AFFORD.
To be painfully honest...it has been over ten years since I left FBIHQ on a stretcher, and I never went back to work. Due to the fall I now live with a tramatic brain injury, suffer from depression and anxiety. Not to mention, Aphasia, which is a speech impairment. I think about that dark period in my life, the choices I made, I can say that I found strength by believing in myself and my abiities to over the challanges and the obstacles thrown at me.
I was injuried in the process...but I never gave in or gave up. My then supervisor, got her wish...I was gone. But, not the way she planned it. She was an evil ass bitch and wanted to see me removed from my position.
She tried and failed.
In the end, I was retired medically from my job...because of my age a disabilities I could no longer do the job. From that point on I was without a paycheck; my bills were dillenquent, credit score, well let's say It was so bad, to the point where I couldn't get approved for a credit card with $500.00 credit limit.
Considering the fact that I was fighting a federal agency...I can say that:
Giving up and quitting should never be considered. You must look at it from all angles; decide how far you are willing to go and be prepared for whatever challenges and obstacles that's coming your way.
Well I quess you might be thinking, how am I going to do that?
The first thing is always document everything no matter what it is. Make sure the day, time and who, what and where is there.
They under estimated me and my ability to remain confident while under extreme conditions without breaking down and calling it quits.
The first part of my battle was getting medically retired and I was. However, the second phase I had to go it alone. I tried to find an lawyer that specialized in OWCP (workers comp for federal employees)
That was an obstacle to overcome, because I had three lawyers to refuse to take my case. Why? Well, because they didn't think I had a claim inwhich they could win.
Despite not find an attorney,having them tell me my case was not winable. I keep going. Filling claim after claim with OWCP; being denied over and over again. I didn't know what to do, so I went to the internet searching for cases similar to mine. I continued to do that until I had submitted every document I felt I needed in my file to be able to file an appeal. Consequently, I learned thru my research, when filling an appeal, they only consider the documents submitted prior to filing the appeal. They don't request additional information.
OWCP denied my claim the last time. Once I got the denial notification, I began writing my own appeal. I made sure that I reseached the laws and searched OWCP public database for examples. Once that was done, I went online to file my appeal. Doing it via the mail would have put me in a backlog of cases.
Finally, after typing up the claim, I hit the send button at 10:00 A.A. I was praying that my appeal would be accepted; at 4:00 P.M. I received an email stating my appeal had been accepted.
All I could do was just stare at the screen. After being denied so many times, finally it was accepted.
My appeal was also remanded back to OWCP for futher review. They never reviewed my medical records, which clearly decribed my injuries and treatment. Although, it will take years for my case to be resolved. I am happy because my determination and presistance paid off.
NO MATTER WHAT
YOU OWE IT TO YOURSELF !
We develop our character muscles by overcoming challenges and obstacles.-Steve Cove