Actually, quite a bit has gone on with the mahjobiscrappis situation. I had the meeting with an agency on Good Friday. Things were delayed a little while I was up north last week, but this week I straightened out a misunderstanding with the agency (apparently I gave them the wrong phone # for my old boss, who I listed as a reference) and they called my two references (old boss and D).
D gave me a glowing reference of course (hey, and I've got your back if you ever need a ref) but old boss requested I give her permission in writing. Ugh. So the agency emailed me about this at home. I read the email originally at work, but I decided that it was a trick if I didn't act like I don't read my email at work. So I gave old boss a note, which of course led into a conversation about why I'm exploring options.
And you know I'm too polite to say "Get me the fuck out of this henhouse!!"
So, my old boss understands. At least I think she does. And she's surprised to get The Call (asking for a ref) and sad but ::sigh:: understands. She wishes there was more she could do to make things better. I told her I understood totally – I mean, if I hadn't fucked off so much back in HR, I might still be there. Might! So really, it's my own fault for the most part.