So and so eats their boogers!
So and so has a crush on so and so!
Shannon Hensley has the coronavirus!
Thanks to the principal of Spradling Elementary, I am on the receiving end of Coronavirus 2020 hysteria, and it cost my financial stability.
With the help of another staff member, she emailed her staff falsely alerting them about me being infected with the coronavirus. When I mentioned the email to her, she, as well as the HR director, were more interested as to HOW I found out, and WHO told me.
The same night, she called one of her employees asking her what she knew about me, and who my friends were. News flash, lady. I don’t have friends here. I just have people who like my social media. You’re the one with friends and connections.
I’m just a substitute. I make $85 a day.
But imagine this; you get a series of phone calls during the day that results in being removed from the schedule until further notice despite no evidence stating that I have been infected. You’re a college student and single mother on a fixed income, and not only are you removed from the schedule, someone spent an entire day ranting and raving about something that didn’t actually happen about you, to everyone who would listen.
Meanwhile, we find out that the person who is about four degrees separated from me isn’t infected and I call to ensure everyone that everything came back negative. Imagine, human resources, who is in charge of making sure these things don’t happen, admitted wrongdoing, but it’s too late. I can’t work because of suspicion, and they get to go back to work. I was told that they would change protocol regarding humiliating the help but she wouldn’t be truly reprimanded and I can’t go back to work.
The source of the story even getting out, the PE teacher who I worked with that day told someone who told the principal who told everyone else before confirming.
So there’s nothing we can do about it, I’m not important enough in Fort Smith to be regarded, and I’m not the perfect employee but according to HR I certainly deserve this treatment, and I was given a dismissive “sorry boutcha.”
The worst thing about being surrounded by a crowd of people who don’t care for you is finding out that the crowd is willing to watch your demise without helping. That’s how I feel when it comes to my city. I can volunteer, participate, promote, everything possible, but regardless of what I put into Fort Smith, the thanks is a constant reminder that I’m not important enough to matter here. If and when I need Fort Smith, they’re close by to hear my pain but end it with a “Damn, dude, that’s crazy,” and go back to their lives. Better me than them, right?
Let’s see how Shannon gets out of this one!
With the spread of coronavirus, I’m sure no one is looking to hire a new person who recently had a principal tell their community she had a life-threatening disease, so I’m a little unsure of what to do next. I guess I’ll just keep writing until then.
Maybe one day I’ll get an apology for having a false email circulated about me in a school district THAT MY BROTHER IN LAW FOUND OUT ABOUT IN ROGERS. But likely not, they never sent one amending the original.
Good thing there’s no such thing as HIPAA in Fort Smith Public Schools, huh? Any other place you would have lost your job, and not the person you were talking about.
But as a favor, if anyone does actually care what happens to me in the wake of this, I ask you to share my story. I just hope it will show people that hysteria, panic and overreacting cost a single mother her job. Also, to everyone on the Spradling Elementary staff, I DO NOT HAVE THE CORONAVIUS.
Also, don’t ask if I am okay. I am NOT.