I found the title of this book by Vernon Sullivan, a.k.a. Boris Vian quite fitting for this post. Not that I really intend to follow those people’s lives and wait for the right time to expectorate but it is true that I despise now more than ever before.
My office wife has been sent to another department in a building across the street. Lots of things happened but she stood up and remained strong and I was there with her all the time. We knew it was happening but we didn’t know when exactly. I told her to let me know when and I would move her stuff.
This morning I saw my OW and she told me she needed to have her computers moved so I went ahead and moved them with some other stuff I thought she may want to have around to make her new cube more homely and after loading the cart, I realized there wasn’t much left to move but I would have to make a second trip. OW was happy and impressed with the stuff I had moved over and told her about the other stuff left behind and what was in her drawers and file cabinet that were locked up. She asked me if I wanted the keys and I said yes so she gave them to me and did not expect to see me back until tomorrow.
One of my meetings fell through so I had some time left before the end of the day and decided to go ahead and move the rest of the stuff. On my way out, I was accosted several times wondering why I was moving that stuff and other utterly stupid remarks that I will not deign transcribe here. And others did not speak out but I could see the look of contempt on their faces. Just because I was moving stuff! They obviously don’t have a clue about our relationship and why I took care of her stuff but it was my promise and my decision and instead of working, their were minding business that was not theirs to begin with. Now I know the subject will be eventually brought up in some meeting and we shall advise then.
I will not spit on your graves but I won’t forget your pettiness.
Till then…
Wow… I really need an Office Husband.