Why have I suddenly password-protected my blog? You may well ask. Because a spiteful little cow here at work dobbed it in to the boss. Luckily, the boss was very good about it – she was embarrassed to have to mention it and more than happy to accept my reassurance that the blog is private and mentions no names, either of people or companies, and so is not traceable.
Plus, the boss knows exactly what a poisonous little viper this colleague is and has no time for her, so she probably did herself more harm than me with her little scheme…
…BUT STILL, HOW BLOODY DARE SHE DOB ME IN?!
If she had a legitimate concern about this blog she should have mentioned it to me, not just run immediately to the boss to tell tales.
She’s just annoyed because I was recently given a project that she’s been desperately angling for.
I can’t begin to tell you how much this girl is disliked in the office – her nickname is ‘Clipboard’ because she is so unbearably officious and patronising. She has already cost us two designers who quit because they couldn’t work with her and very nearly cost us another 2 weeks ago: I talked that particular designer off the ledge whilst at the same time keeping out of the whole fight so as not to take sides and aggravate the situation, and now I wish I hadn’t. I should have just let the shit hit the fan and watched while she got well and truly covered in it.
I used to think that this woman meant well but was just unfortunate with her interpersonal skills at work, and since I could see that it was motivated by insecurity – both personal and professional – I have repeatedly given her the benefit of the doubt. I have spent hours with her, trying to help her improve her professional skills, not to mention the hours I’ve spent listening to her wittering about her ex.
But now she has shown her true colours. And that colour is back-stabbing bitch.
I’m not going to lower myself to start some petty war with her, but I shall cease to make allowances for her behaviour and cease to regard her as any type of friend.