When the office manager walks up to you and your co-workers one random, sunny Tuesday morning and says “I need to see you all in the conference room next to my office” you shouldn't assume that means free donuts and a raise in pay.
I didn't know what to expect. Why would the office manager, who technically isn't our manager, want to see us? Speaking of mangers...where was ours?
Thus the theorizing began. You think “oh, they're capping our boss.” Or “oh, they're reassigning me to this office.” Or “which of us left something rotten in our desk drawer that's attracted ants?”
Not “oh, I'm losing my job unless I want transfer or reapply for another job.” I guess seeing the human resources person whom I've never seen before in my life should have been a clue. Last time they let people go, the HR person had official looking blue folders. This woman had a set of green folders.
Twist!
As you sit and hear the words, your mind wanders. What's in that candy dish in front of me? Is it something I can eat? Is the crumbling of a candy wrapper indicative of disrespect, hunger or nerves?
My pod mate started to cry. I tried not to smirk. Not at her, but at the entire notion that the music had stopped, the company was short of chairs and I was landing on my rear end.
So the journey begins.
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