I got to work today, and before I could clock in, I was told to call the regional manager. Before I clocked in. With trepidation, I called her. This is what she said.
“Pending an investigation, you are to leave work immediately. Do not speak to anyone at work, do not come into the store, do not call the store. You will be contacted by Human Resources Tuesday or Wednesday.”
She refused to go into it any more than that. No one would meet my eyes. I handed over the card I’d bought for A expressing my condolences on the loss of her dog into which I’d stuck a copy of The Rainbow Bridge poem. She looked at me like, “What’s this for?” I went into the back room, got the soda and half-eaten sandwich I’d saved for today’s lunch, and left.
I called G, horrified. I searched my (admittedly bad) memory for any incident that could have sparked “an investigation.” I came up empty. Everything was fine when I left yesterday, and I’ve been keeping my mouth shut. G said, come home, enjoy the weekend, you know that you did nothing. I’ve got a kick-ass litigator who specializes in employment law on my side should I need it. I’m totally clueless.
ETA 2008.6.16: I have been transferred to another store. I’m very happy. 
