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Re: Guess why I am not
Boundie:
- I am sure glad I waited a few months to read this thread...whew.
- I don't know if it's because I am pregnant but I pretty much cried with you throughout the whole story...whatever you told.
- I would look into an investigation about the whole thing and sue this heffer for libel and slander.
- I would find a nw place of employment. This environment is not conducive to productivity. Your health, physical and mental are threatened. Your marriage could be threatened. And overall, it is filled with a bunch of pathetic high school behaving morons who are not counter productive and refuse to take active measures.
- It's been long enough, let's hear the rest.
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Boundie:
- I am sure glad I waited a few months to read this thread...whew.
- I don't know if it's because I am pregnant but I pretty much cried with you throughout the whole story...whatever you told.
- I would look into an investigation about the whole thing and sue this heffer for libel and slander.
- I would find a nw place of employment. This environment is not conducive to productivity. Your health, physical and mental are threatened. Your marriage could be threatened. And overall, it is filled with a bunch of pathetic high school behaving morons who are not counter productive and refuse to take active measures.
- It's been long enough, let's hear the rest.
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The tears came as a lubrication and I just let them stream down my cheeks onto my pillow for a few minutes. Red is already awake and in the shower, getting prepared to go to work. I just lie in bed and try to figure out how I am going to go to work. I look like crap, I am embarrassed, and I am [censored]. How in the world was I going to fix my face to hide the evidence of many many many tears? How was I going to face everyone at work? How was I going to look Amanda in the face and not black her eye? 
My other option, option b, was to stay home and just try to recover and decompress. After having seen my reflection in the mirror, I knew there was no way I could go to work and act normal. The horror of the day before was written all over my face. My only choice was option B.
I explain that I am not coming in; I am taking a personal day to recuperate. He advises me that I should not speak to anyone about the incident. 
They are hoping that whoever hung the signs will think that they won’t be found out, and hopefully do something stupid, like talk about it to a co-worker or hang up more signs. At this point, they have no leads as to who it might be. I am asked to keep my mouth shut, and pretend that nothing has happened. Then John says the stupidest thing on the planet. “Would you like me to tell Amanda why you are not coming in?” 
I thought we weren’t going to talk about it to anyone. Did he not think that Amanda was the person who did this? 
Why would he go right to her and tell her why I am not at work? If she did it, her knowing the reason why I wasn’t at work, would ruin the plan of tricking her into doing or saying something stupid. 
I ask him to please tell anyone who asks that I called in sick, nothing more nothing less. I ask John why in the world he would tell Amanda the truth, when she could very well be the person who hung the signs up. His response was something along the lines of, “Oh come on Boundie, it isn’t a member of my staff. It is obvious that this was directed towards Orville and not you, it must be a member of his staff.” (Remember I said I was going to hear that line a lot? You have no idea how often I heard it! It was as if the more they said it, the more I was supposed to believe it.)
Okay, maybe it wasn’t a member of your staff but at least consider it until you are given solid proof that it wasn’t one of my team mates! In retrospect it shouldn’t surprise me, he doesn’t like for there to be any “boat rocking” or attention brought to his department. He likes things very even keeled and static. Before I got off the phone he was sure to tell me that he would be docking my PTO time for taking the day off from work. Whatever, I don’t care, just so I don’t have to see you or anyone else. 
As I pull into the garage I start imagining where all the signs were hung. I start wondering who will notice that I wasn’t at work on Friday. Who will think I was just out on appointment and who will know why I wasn’t there. Will anyone say anything to me about the incident? How am I going to play it off like everything is normal? 
It wasn’t until that moment that I realized that I had hardly thought of or touched food since Thursday of the week before. No wonder I felt so light headed and weak. Sitting there with her, I wondered how I would even eat the doughnut, the thought of adding anything to the knots in my stomach made me feel even worse. 
She confirmed for me that everyone knew about the signs. That it had been a huge topic of discussion last week and continues to be this morning. She said everyone assumed I knew about it, including her, and everyone noticed I wasn’t saying anything about it so they hadn’t said anything to me about it. She said that the rest of our team didn’t know if I wasn’t talking about it b/c I was a great actress and was really doing a great job acting like it didn’t bother me, or if it truly didn’t bother me. She confirmed that most of our team was laughing about it, joking about it, and not seeing it for what it truly was. She said she thought a lot of the team was happy about it. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img] 
I walk like normal, with a smile planted on my face, pass the rows and rows of cubicles, to my office. I open the door and collapse at my desk. Angela wasn’t kidding!! These people were looking for blood! 
I was not going anywhere near that floor ever again. No doubt everyone up there knew too, I couldn’t walk through there and feel everyone stare at me like my own team mates did.
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