The Drama Continues

“She’s leaving! She’s leaving!!” screeches a colleague of mine, eyes glittering at the news that a certain someone I blogged about two posts ago had apparently handed in her resignation. Within seconds, two other colleagues were delivering me the same news with smiles bigger than the Cheshire cat’s. “My god… it must have been your mail”, theorizes one, referring to the group mail I’d sent out some days back about professionalism in the office environment.

“Doubt it”, says I. “I haven’t mentioned her name or accused anyone directly. That mail could have been meant for anyone or everyone… and really, why would one resign over something like that?”

They didn’t care to listen, because they were too busy high-fiving each other and excitedly gossiping about a happier life at office post-resignation of said individual. I was being hailed as something of a hero for finally putting into words the frustrations that so many have felt, and that was a bigger deal than my attempt to sort this damn office’s problems out.

Then came Monday, when yet another colleague, this time with a long disappointed face, confided to a group of us that she might not actually be leaving and that perhaps her resignation had been revoked. Collective sighs could be heard all around, until someone decided to be a smart alec.

“Hey Dramaqueen, can’t you write another letter about her? Send out some other direct reports, will you. Aiyo please?” A few heads nodded in agreement.

No. I could not. Look… my group mail, for all intents and purposes was pointing out faults I saw in this office as a whole, and criticism was directed at more than just this one person, although she figured in a large part of it. I’d already had my say about what I thought was going wrong, and that’s as far as I wanted to take it. I’m not about to make this a personal-bias war and get petty and ridiculous about it. Unprofessionalism at work aside, she could be a reasonable person outside the confines of the office. I had already addressed her questionable work style in the most diplomatic way I thought possible without having to take it to such a personal level.

That night I remembered a comment on my previous blog mentioning that she’d put up an FB status message about ‘laughing at an under-cutting bitch’. This morning’s status claimed that she ‘hated her view at work’. Assuming she means me, I realized it wasn’t my group mail that had sent her off her rocker (if she wasn’t off it before), but instead it was this blog. Someone out there knew who I was and passed it on to her, and now she’s riled up like a cat on a hot tin roof.

As Rhett Butler so fabulously put it - frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.

If she’s read my blog, then I’m glad she did. It saves me the task of having to say all I felt to her face, which would have been unprofessional of me. This office is silly enough without me having to add to the drama by loudly poking personal insults at anyone. A blog being a blog, is a personal thing where inner viewpoints are typed down under pseudonym and names aren’t named for the reasons of respect for people’s privacy and identity. If readers recognize me or the characters I write about, I cannot help nor regret it. What you choose to do or feel about my e-diary is your problem and not mine… it will never stop me expressing myself.

Should she read this post too, then I do have a message for her-

Sweetheart, you know who you are. So does everyone else, although I haven’t named you. That could only mean one thing… that what I write is the truth and a reflection of what everyone, including yourself, knows. Isn’t it odd that they don’t assume it’s anyone else? You can hate me, cuss me or sue me, I don’t really care. This is what I feel about the way you work, and now you know.

For your information, an ‘under-cutter’ or ‘backstabber’ is someone who does sneaky things behind your back to get your job. It is bourne out of competition. I am neither doing anything behind your back nor am I even remotedly interested in your job. Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt and moved on to a different line of work altogether, so don’t get your proverbial panties in a twist. Had I wanted to ‘backstab’ you, I’d have named you all over the place. I haven’t. I could have taken my annoyance with you to the higher authorities and lodged in complaints like so many others are preparing to do. I haven’t.

I have, however, written out my evil thoughts about you in this blog in order to release my frustrations with working alongside you and having to bear your attitude problem and your basket-case mannerisms. If you don’t like it, then my work is done. Perhaps we can leave each other alone then, and just keep the work flowing PROFESSIONALLY next time. And perhaps… just perhaps… you’ll listen to what’s going on around you and be a little nicer to people and not just limit the sugary voice to when your sucking up or asking for favours.

Or perhaps you could start up a blog and bitch about me in return? Trust me on this… it feels great.