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Wednesday, February 03, 2010

Paranoia

Some places are worse than us by a long chalk.

A friend's been retired a couple of years now. He's had to stop having lunch with one of his old workmates as their Chief Librarian saw them together last week and gave the poor woman a formal reprimand when she returned to the office.

I had wondered why, one time I went to visit him, he insisted that we drive thirty miles out of town to meet his colleagues for lunch.

4 comments:

syncopated eyeball said...

Eek! Eek! Control freak! (That's a minimalist poem by the way.)

Pat said...

It's a bit like living with the Gestapo.

Gadjo Dilo said...

Has he got something going on with her, and what was your involvement? I'm not sure you want to add "gooseberry" to the roster of roles you're reqiured to play.

Kevin Musgrove said...

eyeball: it is!

Pat: working with, which God knows is bad enough...

Gadjo: not guilty m'lud! As far as I can determine the relationship is purely one of workplace bullying.