We’d been
nice to you previously, so it must come as a shock that there’s no more small
talk or lunch invitations. We are
letting you feel our unspoken disapproval for the choices you have made outside
work, but it’s nothing you can put your finger on. You’d be able to stand up for yourself if it
was in the open, but this is a subtle push towards your complete isolation.
Your
personal problems are bound to affect your work. We noticed the report typed in the wrong font
and the empty water bottle you left on your desk, making the office look
untidy. We took you aside and admonished
you for those things. You looked
confused for a moment; then behaved as though you thought we were joking. We were quickly able to assure you we weren’t
and then you couldn’t apologise fast enough.
You’re
losing confidence rapidly, the more we focus on your work and pick up those errors
in style and wording, the more mistakes you make. Now you’re too nervous to write a basic
report. We’ve noticed your hands shake
as you send work to us; we think it’s because of the bottle of wine we’ve told
everyone you’re drinking every night. We
keep telling you to see your GP, that we care, that we want to help ...
Heaven
forbid our work came under such scrutiny, with my sickness record and Donna’s
blatant incompetence, my God, we’d never bear up under the strain. That’s why it’s so lovely to have a scapegoat
like you – your misdemeanour outside the office makes us look whiter than
white. It’s open season now. We will pick up your every mistake and amplify
it and the noise we create will make it look like we’re doing our jobs. We are the Conventionals and you have upset
us. Give it time and we can make things
far worse for you. We’ve done this
before. Once our target is destroyed we
move on.
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