In Which My Pants Are Not On Fire

If my pants were on fire, wouldn’t I know?

As it turns out, said pants are not on fire. 

I have been waiting to hear the results from the State of South Carolina regarding the telephone hearing that took place regarding my application for unemployment benefits.

I had been denied benefits because the employer said that I falsified my application.  That’s right, they said I lied.

But at no time did my pants combust.

Here’s something curious about this whole pants-on-fire situation.  I have known the folks that work at the spay/neuter clinic since it opened several years ago.  I (and Sugar) have taken countless animals there, mostly rescue animals, feral cats, and owned animals that needed to be fixed but the owners couldn’t do it (most probably because of lack of funds and/or transportation).  I referred people there, even when I worked for a veterinarian.  Animals need to be fixed, folks, and I risked being reprimanded at the vet’s office if they had known that I was what they thought sending business away.  I counter if people can’t afford the surgery, you are not really losing their business.  If I can’t afford a Rolls Royce, are those Rolls Royce people going to consider that I am business lost?  (Thinking not, right about here.)

But the biggest potential deal-breaker on my application was one of my personal references.  I listed a veterinarian` who used to work at the spay/neuter clinic who later did substitute veterinary work at the practice that I was working at, and she knew what my skills were.  So why didn’t the Executive Director at the spay/neuter clinic check my references with her?  After all, she is his *SISTER*.

OK, maybe she’s only his half-sister, technically speaking, but they call each other sister and brother, and they grew up together.

And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for…

PANTS.  NOT ON FIRE.

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Y’all can do the left-click thingy to enlarge this image.  This is actually page two, which contains the good stuff.

How’s that for a Christmas present?

 

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4 Responses to “In Which My Pants Are Not On Fire”

  1. Pam Lindsey Says:

    So thrilled that truth won out in the end; just sorry that you had to go through any of this. Will keep praying for you!

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    • ruthrawls Says:

      Pammie! Thank you!
      My whole life, at least as far back as I can remember, I have had to get up in the morning and go somewhere. I’ve had to reinvent my day.

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  2. Linda T Says:

    Ruth, my cousin Pam and I talked about the Rawls girls recently and we both agreed that if there were people of good character we went to school with it would be you and your sister. I would never even consider that you would have your pants on fire, ever.

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    • ruthrawls Says:

      Thank you, Linda! Upon further consideration of the matter, I can categorically state that if I were ever to be seen with pants on fire, they were already on fire when I bought them.

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