Sunday night. The lunches are made, the clothes are put away, and my wonderful son is asleep in his bed. The week coming is going to be very long, very busy and very hard.
See, what happened last week was, as I mentioned, the week a member of my team handed in her notice. She’s been reported by both myself and another member of our unit for rudeness, and all the complaints have been waived away by Unit Boss. Unit Boss showed a lot of favoritism, right down to helping her with slides in a presentation. The new unit she is going to is busy, rushed, and bureaucratic, all things that will see her doing very well.
What I have discovered is that senior members of the team, who don’t report to me, have been saying horrific things. That apparently I forced Unpleasant Team Member out. That Unpleasant Team Member was better at her job than me. That UTM will be missed.
This is a terrible and hurtful thing to say. Really, it is hurtful. I am hurt by this. It actually feels like a punch to the stomach. The element of insult to my dignity comes rushing in through the door as an afterthought. I had believed myself held in some kind of respect, some regard. I thought that I held in some kind of worth. But the hurt is so disparaging that I can only force myself to hold my chin up and keep going.
This horrible person, though. There is a lot of damage done there.
How are Things? 
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