Well, Friday was awful...I'm so glad its over. It would have been okay...managable... if it hadn't been for our rouge employee. Blattantly lifting stuff knowing GS wasn't there on Friday and sporting an attitude of "I dare you to say anthing!" When I went downstairs and saw more stuff missing I just started crying. All of us in the office are probably guilty of walking away with pens, file folders, sticky note pads...whatever...but is it right to feel there's a line that one can cross? And, this person crossed it, went down the street and around the corner!
Stan was buddy-buddy with him all day, which made me extremely mad. I understand that he was trying to maintain a relationship with him out of fear that he may burn his bridge with us and do something whacked like try to steal some clients...but I was so upset.
I just felt hurt, hurt, hurt. I was the last to leave and just felt awful, very very hurt that the day was so bad, that long time relationships would end this way...friendships gone. I can't even talk to Stan right now.
I need to get away...somewhere. I feel raw and wounded.
C
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