If you are one of the kids from the kewl table that have been around a while, you know that I run a small company.
I love what I do and enjoy most of the people I work with.
Because in every office there has to be one or two people that can not be happy unless tornadoes of shit are constantly swirling about.
You know the type. Not only do they listen to other people's conversation, they jump right in as if they have a right to know everything that is going on. Of course they must give their opinion as well.
Lucky me, I have a pair of these numnuts.
They both are hard workers and good at their jobs but Lord Almighty, they can get a rumor around as fast as steroids in the locker room at a wresting match.
One of my little stars has a small office catty corner to mine. When I oversaw the construction of the workspace we utilize, I asked specifically for my office to have extra insulation for privacy.
Which means her rumors are close but not quite right.
I guess holding the little glass to the door has its problems.
Yesterday I met with the accountant to discuss some financial concerns regarding the first quarter of 2008.
Concerns. That's all. The economy is slow and our numbers are slightly down.
This morning I came in to odd expressions on the faces of every employee to which I offered my typical good morning greeting.
I shrugged it off knowing if anything major is going on, I'd be privy to it soon enough.
I was not disappointed.
My assistant came in and wanted to know how many employees I plan to cut and from which departments.
When I asked what she was talking about she told me my neighbor, Ms. Gossip McNoseypants said she overheard that we are going to have to lay off 25% of our workers.
Now first of all, this woman doesn't even lie about listening at the door. She admits is freely and with no shame.
Secondly, she listens INCORRECTLY and proceeds to scare the shit out of people that now fear they are going to lose their jobs.
I attempted some damage control but it is hard to convince people that it really is a rumor when they are frightened.
I need to speak to the stupid twat but am trying to calm down so I don't rip her arm off and beat her to death with it.