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Fuhrman originally tried to get a mental disability retirement. He claimed he was homicidal and would kill suspects if he continued as a police officer. His application was rejected, as they believed Fuhrman was lying, just malingering to get an early retirement. Even then they suspected he was less than honest.They assigned him to Beverly Hills where they thought he’d be less inclined to kill suspects, given the wealthier residents in that area. Nicole’s murder wasn’t even his case. He injected himself into it, becoming the lead investigator finding the blood & gloves when he wasn’t supposed to even be there.He lied in court, and LAPD knew it. He would have been fired, but he took retirement instead. Aside from lying in court under oath, he was blamed as the reason for OJ being acquitted. Had he not resigned, he’d likely have been fired.

I am female, and was an older employee beginning at the lowest wage level of new career again - due to situations totally beyond my control.I knew that after I finished my three month probation, and worked a full year at this mind-numbing, poverty-pay-level government job I'd be eligible for a job I would like, a job that would pay a decent salary. I only needed to endure for a year.I knew I could do this. I was determined to prove wrong the people who'd been telling me to apply for Social Security Disability due to my injuries and chronic pain. In public, I kept my posture straight and never complained.Unfortunately, my boss saw me as a threat. She had seen my resume and knew about my college and graduate degrees. She thought I was after her job as office manager. My goal was well above her position; I just needed the year of government experience to be eligible to take the exam for that target job.She made life as difficult as she could for me. I did not complain.On my 87th day, she told me I had not passed my probation. She considered me unsatisfactory. Everyone else in the office was shocked; in the past two years, no one had lasted even a month doing my job!I said my goodbyes and exited with my head high. I drove five minutes away before pulling into a side street to cry.I filed an appeal with strong documentation and witness statements. The hearing officers said the boss was within her rights and needed no reason to support her decision.Unemployment was running out.I would soon have no way to afford my house.I gave up and applied for SSD.I got a very quick reply.SSD was granted.My benefits were equal to the full amount I would have received at retirement age - years ahead of my future.It was enough to keep my house, and to live on!It was much more than I would have earned during that first year as a government employee.Later, I accidentally learned that what had decided the SSD people to approve my application was that boss's termination statement. They felt that anyone too incompetent to do that entry level job, despite years of education and work experience must be considered disabled.I cried.It was like experiencing the disability anew.Then my brain took over.Gratitude replaced regret.Thanks to that petty-minded boss, I was fully retired, fully free of the need to work a single day ever again, never again subject to an early morning alarm or a nasty commute.So while that petty-minded boss continues to report daily to a job she detests, I am free to garden, read, visit my library, walk in the sunshine, or the rain, sleep late, learn new things, and enjoy life in any way I choose, decades ahead of my schedule!

Because of various learning and sensory processing difficulties, I never learned to touch type. I also never got beyond 4th grade arithmetic, but because my IQ test scores were high, I was told to take college bound courses in high school and not to bother learning to type. So of course in college, I lost many a night’s sleep typing my papers by hunt and peck and slipping them under the prof’s door at 6 am.I barely made it through a small women’s college with a useless liberal arts degree. With only a BA, I could not even teach high school. With the poor grades I got I could not go on to grad school. So, I was out in the cold cruel world trying to get a ‘real’ job. If I applied for file clerk, they would say: ‘But you are too highly educated for that job!’ If I applied for secretarial work they would ask: ‘How fast can you type, dear?’ My top speed was thirty words per minute, which did not suit them at all.Eventually I learned to lie about my education and only admit to having high school or maybe a two year AA (associate’s degree). Then I was able to apply for all kinds of jobs. Because I was very smart, I learned a lot of things and worked in many different kinds of businesses and industries. Because my family had disowned me in disgust for not graduating with honors and not getting scholarships into grad school, and because I could not type, I felt free to explore the non-academic, blue collar and labor fields.I worked as a gardener, as a landscaper, in a plant nursery, as a janitor, a housekeeper, a nanny, a nurse’s aide, in a nursing home, in home health care, as a switchboard operator, receptionist at everything from a car dealership to an oil drilling company to a brokerage to a law firm, an opinion research interviewer, mailroom, order desk, inventory, light assembly, motel maid, dishwasher, prep chef, banquet server. I learned how to shrink wrap a pallet of stacked cardboard boxes, how to prepare and sort bulk mailings, how to move irrigation pipe lines, how to answer 800 calls a day on 35 incoming lines, how to operate the fax machine, the stamping machine, the copiers: mimeograph, thermofax, the scanners, OCR and PDF. I used the pruning hook, the pruning saw, the hand clippers. the lopping shears, the weeder, the trowel the power mower and the old push mower. I drove a landscaper’s truck with trailer, I drove U-Haul trucks of various sizes, I drove golf carts, a small tractor, a riding mower, and a taxi.The longest I worked one job was two years. Most of the jobs were just temp or part time or seasonal. Because of my intelligence I could learn quickly, but I also got bored soon. In spite of my intelligence and college education, I found I enjoyed labor, blue collar work much more than office work. My favorite was gardening, whether working in the plant nursery transplanting, weeding, irrigating, or pruning trees and shrubs and removing invasive weeds and suckers. I developed some good muscles doing gardening and landscape maintenance. However, the same disabilities that kept me from succeeding in school or in office work also gave me various physical problems, especially with my joints. Basically, by the time I was in my fifties, my elbows, knees and shoulders were giving out.At this time I learned that the state I lived in gave periodic general clerical aptitude tests to qualify applicants for various levels of positions in the state offices. I felt it was time to ‘settle down’ and earn a little retirement pension. So I took the state exam for administrative assistant level I non-keyboarding. I was so glad that they had non-keyboarding positions available, and I had great hopes of moving up in the ranks because I was a good worker with positive references and with a lot of varied experience and skills, just not typing (keyboarding).Soon I was called in to work as receptionist and as assistant to the assistant of the head of a particular Department. My work pleased the big boss, but not my immediate supervisor, so I was sent to another department where I had five bosses. Each one brought me new projects every day. These people expected me to turn out documents on a few hours’ notice using software and programs to which I had only had one day’s introduction and no chance to use or practice them. Besides, I was too slow because of my non-keyboarding.One day one of my bosses brought me some excel spreadsheets and said he wanted them converted into graphs and put into a flyer for his program. When I asked him what style of graphs he wanted, he would not say. When I asked him what colors he wanted me to use, he would not say. When I asked him what font he wanted the labels in he would not say. I made several versions of the flyer, but he kept rejecting each one, and refusing to tell me what was wrong.The next morning I was called into a meeting with all the five bosses and my manager, and they launched into me. There were other complaints relating to my ‘aspie’ behaviors and demeanor which I had not yet become aware of and had not yet diagnosed, but the biggest complaint was: ‘You don’t know how we want our flyers and other materials designed. We have a consistent department style and you don’t know what it is!’ At this even my manager saw their unreasonableness and said: ‘Of course she doesn’t know, because you have not shown her!’ In spite of her defense I was let go from that department, but perhaps because of her defense of me I was only sent to another state agency and not completely fired, yet.In the other agency I was placed into a non-typing receptionist and filing position, or so I thought. Then one day there was a phone call from outside asking about a position that was to come open soon. The next day my boss called me and told me to stay home. Unfortunately, I was already on the bus when she called. Then I was not allowed to go to my desk, while she was interviewing the new applicant. Then there was a meeting of the department in which my boss announced that my position was NOT NON-KEYBOARDING! Then I was taken to HR and terminated and set out in the street with a box of my office supplies!So, basically, I was fired because the bosses at the state offices did not know how to read their own Human Resources codes and job descriptions. They made it MY fault that THEY did not know that I was NON-KEYBOARDING! They fired me and did not even give me a chance to apply for another NON-KEYBOARDING position, perhaps in the mailroom.