They were the documents HOWARD assured Senior Management I was making up. He said the documents had to be an “elaboration,” a work of fiction from a deranged, lonely individual.
When my solicitor scanned them all and e-mailed them to HOWARD and friends they all went into meltdown. Nuclear style.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I was stewing in depression, completely oblivious that a couple of miles away HOWARD and Senior Management were imploding. I don't know why my solicitor didn't tell me what he was about to do, but this is what happened:-
1.They issued an immediate Temporary Reporting Order to stop me talking to the press and followed it with an application for Permanent Reporting Order.
2.They threw a settlement offer on the table in the financial bracket that would be awarded at Tribunal for serious sexual harassment and discrimination.
3.HOWARD was told he would have to pay the lion’s share of the settlement himself out of his own pocket.
4.They agreed, without argument, I can write anonymously about workplace bullying and harassment and draw upon my personal experiences to do so.
It’s over, bar the signature on the Compromise Agreement.
I know it’s no Hollywood ending. I didn’t get to turn up to Court looking amazing, my barrister didn’t humiliate HOWARD to tears and make him admit he did wrong. My old firm didn’t write a blank cheque and promise to treat their staff better.
But I do have enough money to start teacher training in 2011. After I’ve retrained I’ll be looking for a place to live with more than one room and separate toilet. I’ll get a car again. Who knows, someday soon I might meet Mr Right.
Maybe I haven’t changed the world, but I’ve changed my world.
As for the rest of it, you can’t blame me for trying.
See you soon