This just keeps going and going and going like the Ever Ready Bunny. Like that stupid commercial I used to hear that has a lady scream “Oh my God, what a nightmare!” Every time I think I’ve officially closed the last chapter on it, the darned thing raises it’s ugly multi-colored head once again to cause yet more grief.
All I can say is some people don’t know how to leave well enough alone, until they wind up with a written complaint against them or in court. Perhaps both. So be it, I say.
This is the continuing story of ZaZa. Ever since the past incidents I have not been writing and or editing at work. I have been taking my netbook, but I only use it when I’m on break. Why? Because I don’t trust a certain person and don’t feel safe doing it.
When it was quiet, meaning no work left to do, I would take out Mini Me (my netbook) and work on my current project. However, since the whole “Fake Website Incident”, I noticed ZaZa hovering around when I was writing, and quite obviously trying to see what I was penning. In short, the woman has very poor trade craft. If you are going to spy on me, you’re gonna have to do a much better job, okay, lady? I’m the one who writes the detective and spy stuff so I kinda know. … . . .
Now the bad part is, if you are a typical writer like me (very sensitive to ones surroundings when writing ), this type of behavior is disturbing enough to kill your muse. Yes, Rhu was righteously ticked because she was SHAKEN AND STIRRED. . . . . .
So, I stopped writing in the office, only charged up Mini Me and took her upstairs to the break room to write when I was on break. Again, Rhu was intruded upon, as ZaZa would come flouncing upstairs to supposedly get something from her locker and chat. Huh? Why do I want to chat with you while I am on MY break? The reason I’m on break is to GET AWAY FROM YOU LADY! Of course I knew better, she was checking on me and wanted to see what I was writing.
So, I was relegated to just taking Mini Me upstairs because I just didn’t trust leaving her around ZaZa when I’m not there. Yes, I admit, I have not edited or written or edited a thing in about a month. When The Olympics were on I just watched what ever sport was being telecast at 0400 hours in the morning. Sports Eye Candy.
Last week Sunday I was asked by a church member to pen a dedication for our beloved pastor’s birthday. So, on the way to work I stopped at Walgreens , bought a 99 cent legal pad, took it to work and began to write. As soon as I got settled and put pen to paper Rhu began to flow. However, like bees drawn to honey, guess who came over to hang over my shoulder? Yep. . . . . . .
Now, I recognize that she is my supervisor (sorry, I had neglected to mention this earlier) and thus has control over what happens in the office. However, if all of the work is done, and it is quiet, we have the freedom to either read, write, or check our texts and stuff. The only other alternative is to fall asleep at ones desk, which is frowned upon, as you well know. So, I decided to write. She had previously mentioned something about a ban on using netbooks because another worker and I both use one and there were negative comments made by the Upper Echelon.
IMPORTANT NOTE: We used to have internet access on our work computers, right up until the time the Upper Echelon found out the guys were surfing the web for porn. . . . . . So, now it’s all INTRA-NET (internal network – no outside stuff ). This is the reason some of us carry netbooks, laptops and i-pads to work. . . . . .
BACK TO THE STORY . . . . . .
So, I can understand that ZaZa might not want me use my computer in the office, though I am well within my rights to do so. However, I wonder if she is now going to ban me from writing on paper, or is she so jealous (that’s right JEALOUS) that she is trying to intimidate me from doing s0?
If so, this is now a Constitutional Rights issue. I have the First Amendment right to free speech (which includes writing) and I also have the right to privacy (freedom from the intimidation of one hanging over my shoulder to see what I’m writing). I have not put the question to ZaZa yet, but I will the next time I detect this behavior.
I understand we had a prior disagreement (pure JEALOUSY that. . ), however this nonsense has gone to darned far and I must squash it permanently. This not only affects my writing, but it is affecting my ability to perform my job. After all, how can I work when we are both watching each other like the King Cobra and the Mongoose?
It is most unfortunate that I might have to take it to the next level. Which is filing a formal harassment complaint. Who would’ve thought things would become so nasty?
Some people just don’t get it. . . . . . . . .
Some people REALLY need to get a life. . . . . .