Oooh -- She said ...

That's what it felt like at the yard company today.   So I voiced some minor discomfort about addressing a particularly touchy situation with a client and before I could wash my hands after using the bathroom the little snitch had gone running to tell everyone in hearing distance that the Cube Jockette wasn't comfortable talking to a customer.  First of all, that's not what I said.  If you're going to go running to snitch, tell the whole story.   What I said was given the massive screw-up misunderstanding that had occurred with this particular customer, I felt like somebody higher than me needed to be dealing with or guiding me on how to handle sensitive issues until the mess is smoothed over.

But noooo .... just like Faux News, she only reported half the damn conversation.  Unfortunately, I can't address it with her now or else I'll come off as the "angry co-worker with an attitude problem" (to be addressed at my performance evaluation) attacking poor little Sally who was just trying to help.   She wasn't trying to help.  She was trying to instigate mess.  I see you Sally.

Listen up fellow Cube Jockeys ... we ain't shit.  We can be replaced as easily as we change our socks.  You don't think so?  Ask all the "high level" cube jockeys waiting for their unemployment checks as their jobs were phased out and sent overseas or just flat out eliminated in the name of the corporate bottom line.   I've said it before and I'll say it again, you can die tomorrow and the company will go on (sending flowers to the funeral, of course). 

Y'all better recognize.   Stirring up drama is not going to make you more valuable.  It's going to make your co-workers hate your damn guts and have you wondering why no one wants to team up with you on the fake "team building" exercises we have to suffer through. 

Did you not learn in elementary school?  Have you never seen Dennis the Menace?

or Leave it To Beaver

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Yeah, I see you.