Get And Sign Re certification Form Missouri Office Of Equal Opportunity Oeo Mo

I’ve never actually had to do this in job-seeking; I already had a job, then had a stroke, then, when I returned to my job, I filed for Accommodation.I wouldn’t have even done that, but my District-level person was being a butthead. I wasn’t coming back to full-time fast enough for her; a month after my stroke, my doctor allowed me 25 hours, two weeks later, I requested being ticked up to thirty hours, and my doctor held me there until I’d had my whole first round of PT/OT. My DD started making noises about me stepping down from managerial and going on-call (more hands-on/physical *snort*) so I asked my doctor for forty.When I took that signNow to the DD- forty hours, back at full-time- my DD immediately put me back into the on-call manager rotation, and, lo! and behold! I was scheduled as primary on-call that very weekend! Doc said, “No- forty hours, no nights or weekends,” and castigated my DD for wanting to kill me so soon after almost killing me. So, with that signNow in hand, I wrote a letter to HR explaining what I was requesting and why, including my Doctor’s Note, and was granted my accommodation.They nearly had to do this. When I was hired into my position, I was assured then I was not on-call, I worked straight eight M - F, no OT unless I volunteered to take a shift somewhere else in the district to cover a call-out. Both the President and Vice-President told me directly I was not on-call. It was the DD who had instituted a weekend on-call rotation a few months after starting her own position, because too many of her younger, more vibrant, managers liked to party on the weekends and so were not covering their programs correctly, and, because I try to be a good employee, I didn’t fuss, I pulled my call-weekends like a good little soldier, covering for others. But not anymore.Not anymore. HR granted my accommodation; DD wasn’t happy and still isn’t. I get notes to record for any little thing she can find- it gets old. I know she’s covering her ass, she knows I’m covering mine, so here we are, in a state of detente; neither one of us giving an inch.My job is difficult; all mandated signNowwork for 35 people- and it has to be exactly, meticulously, correct. I do it. I do it and manage a program which is richer and more widely varied than any other in the company, but, as boxed-in as I am, I boxed them in, with me. So, here we are- it isn't fun, it isn’t “right”, it just is.I despise that I had to force my company to do the right thing; but I wasn’t going to allow them to brush me away simply because I can no longer pick up the slack in other departments.