Today, 06:48 AM
You're serious, aren't you. The money came out of the taxpayers' pockets. There is no "school's money". It is YOUR money. I don't know the details, so I cannot say whether insurance paid, but that makes no real sense. What insurance company is going to cover verbal butthurt? This is like errors and omissions policies. I've had clients demand this of either myself or the organizations I represented. The premiums are about as costly as the potential maximum losses. Why? Because "errors and omissions" in software planning, engineering, design, development, testing, and cut are so many, so endlessly likely, and potentially so costly that nobody with an IQ in the positive integers would be so stupid as to take that bet. The likelihood that some schmuck is going to go all butthurt because of something someone did or failed to do is astronomical, becoming astronomically more so the moment anyone discovers the school carries it.
Therefore, unless you can show me for certain that the school had this sort of coverage, I must reject the assertion that insurance covered it. Even so, the loss is coming out of YOUR hide.
No my pal, it is NOT regardless. Where the money came from is the precise point here. Some whiny twat goes brain dead, makes a life choice that is just fucking stupid on its face, and then gets all boothurt when the predictable and inevitable occurs. I'm not saying the coworkers should have done it (assuming all else equal, which is a large assumption here, given the personality types that tend to go for this brand of idiotic thinking to be "trans-whatever" and the bad behavior/attitude that often goes with the territory). Indeed, depending on the totality of circumstance, they should have been given a good talking to or even fired. But awarding this nut $60K for butthurt is just candy-ass. Such payments are made as RESTITUTION, which only is made pursuant to making whole that which was lost. Nothing was lost here. There was butthurt. Too friggin' bad. Grow up and get over it. We may apologize and do our best in the future to best ensure that it happens no more, but you ain't getting a red cent.
If you can't stand the heat, get the hell out of the trans-flibbity-fluid-*****-freaky-jackass-head-up-my-ass kitchen. To reward this brand of idiocy is greater idiocy.