A betrayal of trust July 13, 2012
Friday the thirteenth.
Didn’t we just have one of these? Maybe we bring about our own
back luck, like I did last week when I emailed her to ask if my coming to the
main office to work regularly would upset her.
This was not a completely honest gesture, but one designed
to put a wedge between her and her chief supporter in the main office, a man
who I still believe lied to me when it came to his relationship with her.
This was also a total betrayal of trust between me and him
since I was well aware he wanted to keep our conversations about her between
us.
But I also wanted the truth out there, to have us all aware
of each other in this game of secrets, and perhaps shed some light on the trickling
up she’s been doing, not just with our former temporary boss but with the owner
on the third floor from whom she expects to get a raise.
In some ways all of this is predictable, a pattern of
behavior that started long before she set foot in our office and will likely
continue on long after she leaves.
I don’t like the idea of being a stepping stone for her.
I know she doesn’t like what I post on my poetry site, and I
know that posting the poem “Union City” last week was pushing things a little
too far.
She made it clear what our boundaries are when she forced me
to take down the photograph she sent me of her hanging from her roof top,
In truth, I believe she has tried to keep things professional
in the office – with a few lapses, for which our former temporary boss might
have scolded her.
He seems to have become her primary advisor, though I’m not
certain exactly how much he knew about me and her prior to my talk with him in
the park.
These days I believe he is fully apprised. Which is another reason
I sent the email to her, to make it clear that he is capable of keeping secrets
from her as he is from me, telling her in that one brief message that he’s just
like the rest of us.
It was a rotten thing to do, a scheme I came up with on the
spur of the moment, followed up by an email to him to let him know what I had
done.
Since he has not responded to any email sent concerning her,
I was not concerned when I received no immediate reply.
When they reply came, it came via telephone, coming from
both of them, my phone going crazy with their calls.
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