I arrived at work this morning to find my clinical supervisor, the lady who at first objected to my wearing kilts to work as unprofessional, had been fired.

The CEO and head of security came in early this morning, packed all her personal belongings in her office in boxes, loaded them in a truck, and denied her entry into the building. They then gave her a ride home since she'd been dropped off.

No details, as with any personnel matters. It had seemed things were worked out and settled. But apparently she crossed the CEO in a manner beyond redemption. Now she's unemployed.

Mixed emotions on my part. The CEO came to each therapist individually and assured us it had nothing to do with the conflicts with her last month. But after much negotiation she had come to the point where she accepted my wearing kilts, was even giving me compliments.

Now, there will eventually be a new clinical supervisor. An unknown quantity. But am hopeful that since the CEO has never objected to my wearing kilts part-time and full-time, that the kilt issue won't arise again.

But then...you never know what the Ol' Coyote (The Trickster) has up his sleeve. We shall see. Meantime, I've some respite.

Ron