Nosy, Not Heartless

No one ever called her heartless. Nosy, definitely, but not heartless.

I happened to be in management’s office this afternoon, talking about some stuff that I managed to get wrapped around in. The original problem had nothing to do with me, but yet somehow, I managed to get roped into it all. Christina needed my help and as always, I was more than willing to oblige. I tend to help Christina in whatever way I can and today was no different.

As I assume is commonly the case when people are in management’s office like Christina and I happened to be today, people in the immediate vicinity tend to become especially nosy. Some might use the terms “concerned”, “worried”, or “inquisitive”, but I tend to favor “nosy” because truthfully, that’s what it is. If the meeting pertained to her or involved her, she would have been in said meeting and been an active participant.

Serena was not.

Serena, I guess, happened to see me in management’s office and she decided to text me, seemingly out of the blue.

S: Hey…are you okay?

PV: Yup.

S: Okay, just checking in. You’ve been there for a while.

PV: You don’t need to worry about me.

She really doesn’t and don’t let this fool you. I don’t think she gave a damn about me. I don’t. She’ll try to tell me and you otherwise, but I’m not stupid. She just wanted to know what we were talking about. Given the nature of what we were discussing, there was no way in hell I was going to disclose those details to anyone, not even her.

If it matters, the rest of that text conversation would continue in a downward spiral, ultimately with Serena making accusations that I was stalking her because I just happened to see her leave the office much earlier than she probably should have. I couldn’t care less about when she arrives and leaves the office, because I already know that she’s never on time and she’s always looking for reasons to leave early. Why would today be any different? It’s not like she’s the only person in that office who disrespects and defies the honor system that our workplace relies on.

So, because of this dumb work situation that came up late in the afternoon, I now have more work to do when I get in tomorrow morning at 4:45am. It’s not like I’m hurting for things to do as it is. I figure that in the end, my involvement will only help Christina and it’ll help quell that situation, so why not do my part? It’s all going to be overtime anyway, so why not?

In general, the ineptitude in our office is definitely there. Not everyone sees it, but Christina and I have and it is so damn irritating that nothing has changed. Maybe it’s only a matter of time? Maybe more mistakes need to happen before something gives? Either way, Christina and I will continue to fight the good fight, but at some point, she and I will tire of our efforts going to waste.

In the meantime, we’ll correct this situation and get things done because we want things to be done properly and correctly.