Where I ask God to not kill me just yet

Jan 30, 2008 19:38

I think I have malaria.  Around 5:30 tonight, I suddenly got this sharp, nagging headache (and I still have it) and chills that wouldn't go away (and still haven't).    I can't be sick.  I can't be sick.  I can't be sick.

One of my co-workers, someone I work closely with, is getting the sack tomorrow.  I'm not supposed to know about it, but someone ELSE I work with confided in me because she needed to get it off her chest and she knew she could  trust me.  (Also, another co-worker, rocket scientist that she is, put a reminder in her calendar - that she shares with most of us - to change passwords, get his laptop back, shut down his email account - and she attached his name to it!)  Jesus, people are dense.

The one who confided in me is a mess.  She's inheriting most of his work and she's worried he (and others in our office) will blame her.  I assured her this isn't the case, but she's also feeling guilty and it's tough to assuage her guilt, because I share some of it.

She told me this morning that this might mean a promotion, of sorts, for me once the dust settles.  That excites me.  So, of course, there's a part of me that feels guilty about capitalizing on what's happening to him.  Also, a tiff I had with him back in September was one of the triggers to this entire thing.  So, yeah, the two of us have a huge case of the guilts.  Even though, in reality, this guy made his own bed long ago.

There's a good chance he knows what's going down tomorrow.  He's been acting weird, hiding behind closed doors, leaving early.  Part of me hopes so.  Part of me hopes it isn't a surprise because I know what  a kick in the stomach that would be ANYWAY, surprise or not.

He'll, undoubtedly, is going to get a good severance package.  My bosses are good that way.  But still, being told you're expendable, even though we all know we are, is never a fun time.

My co-worker wouldn't tell me what time it's going down.  (She wants me to be able to act somewhat surprised.)  I'm guessing as soon as my bosses get in.  Probably around 10am.

My cubicle is right outside his office.  I'm going to want to crawl under my desk and hide.

work woes

Previous post Next post
Up