Pets and Cowboys - Part I
05 February 2020
18:42
February 2020. Wednesday am.
A typical day at work just trying to get through it and enjoy the absence of a boss listening to every word I spoke and every keystroke I made whilst watching from behind. Unnerving - not really. A waste of their time more than anything and the reason for their paranoia is something I have no idea about. I can only relay the comments when I relay to friends what this MD/FD does and says but more of that later.
It transpires that the Boss's Pet[1], who've been there much longer than me have gripes but not those of harassment and bullying that I endure and they're happy to carry on sympathising and being ingratiating to peoples faces while being the biggest tell-tale and suck up out. Their stock in phrase "I'm a nice person". Well I'm stuck in an office with them alone when the MD/FD is out[2] and today was one of those days.
I'd been unwell with a sore throat and had a residual cough and headache. I was battling on - the work is in one of those places where if you are off sick you don't get paid.
My colleague aka, Boss's Pet, didn't take kindly to me being there and what started out as their usual behaviour of little digs and snipes was to get much worse. Gawd help me I had two days of enduring this relentless behaviour without witnesses[3].
Boss's Pet[4] has just finished a course of chemo for breast cancer so they have had my support and good wishes. So I am surprised at the relentlessness of the carping that I have a cough and therefore should 'go home' because they have a "compromised immune system". On and on all day they went and for the next.
Friday's morning in the office was the same as usual — and for me it entails cracking on with work, for Boss's Pet and MD/FD that involves leaving the room and having hushed conversations in the kitchen[5].
I'd walked from the office and visible through the safety glass in the kitchen door could see them talking rapidly and quite loudly — going into the adjoining bathroom and locked the cubicle door moments later I heard the voices stop and the kitchen door open. When finishing the necessary ablutions I had literally been sat for a minute when FD/MD told me to go home.
Boss's Pet had got their way, again.
Summary is that organisation's MD/FD tells an employee to leave the building so that their friend of 30 years can stay at work despite having a compromised immune system.
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