(This is from one of my alternative journals. This journal is about the antics in my office, part of a history of the place I want to eventually compile. But I’m posting it so to get a feeling of the insane backdrop against which everything took place).
A whole year later after the smoke has cleared, the ugly truth emerges as to what exactly happened to the long-time boss of the auxiliary office, and how the system we exist under works – or perhaps more accurately, doesn’t work.
“E” who eventually replaced her eventually backstabbed the old lady copy editor, causing the owner to fire the woman, and resulting in more work being dumped on the shoulders of the other worker – without, of course, any additional pay.
I can’t say exactly when “E” started to aspire for a higher position, but she clearly learned quickly how things work around here, everybody stabbing everybody that poses a threat to their aspirations.
“E,” at first, apparently aspired to get my job, approaching the owner on the sly about writing stories for my beat – she clearly not wanting to fill the shoes of the previous boss, but to use the position to launch herself up the corporate ladder, even though in this company, there really isn’t any place to go without throwing someone else off the roof.
“E” bends rules. At college, she made extra money by doing other people’s school work. So, this underhanded behavior and private deals with the owner should not surprise me.
Nor should it have been a surprise to find that E dumped work on the old lady, and then when it didn’t get done, blamed the old lady – sealing the old lady’s fate since the owner needed an excuse to cut another head from the payroll.
“E” and the owner talk a lot, E serving as his spy, and so it is clear she can’t be trusted.
I think she’s caught on to the fact that other people are onto her, especially in the auxiliary office where the old lady was well-liked.
Maybe it suddenly dawned on her about the glass ceiling and the lack of a place for her to go for all of her scheming. She’s decided maybe she will take a job with her mother – something she hinted at a few days ago.
All this is a hard lesson after more than a year of hard lessons.
Nobody here can be trusted. What you tell somebody will be used for that person’s advancement, and to stay on this bus you have to be willing to throw someone else under it.
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