Careless Whispers

“Words used carelessly, as if they did not matter in any serious way, often allowed otherwise well-guarded truths to seep through.” 
― Douglas AdamsThe Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

I watched her eyebrow arch, her wrinkled skin around her mouth turn upwards ever so slightly quite scarcastically.  She stared at the  woman sitting across from her, her eyes attempting to pin her young victim and silently wipe the innocence of her face.  The young woman sat in the chair with her hands neatly folded on her lap. She was terrified but kept a smile on her face. 

She had been in the older woman’s employ for quite some time now and was witnessing what she had only heard whispered about. The older woman whom we shall call Kit, had been heading that department for many years and her department was successful in spite of her. Projects were put together and came to fruition without any assistance from her but she demanded the credit. Things were changing for Kit and she could feel it. Her company was downsizing, she wasn’t connecting with her staff, she wasn’t productive unless she counted her frequent runs to the local coffee shop. The young woman was everything Kit wasn’t and was headed for a promotion – as Kit’s replacement.   

Kit had been trying to discredit the young lady with stories about her poor work habits and her lackluster job performance. All of this culminated with a meeting in Human Resources where we now sat. I had no choice, Kit had violated company code and inspite of her many years of service, she had to be terminated.  

 

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