Just a few minutes ago, I walked away from my desk to drop a FedEx package at the front reception area for pickup. I left my desk in its usual state of disarray: personnel files, emails, payroll notices lying all over. I wasn’t gone for more than a minute. When I came back, a new piece of paper was lying on top of the old ones. It looks like a photocopy of a personals entry from a newspaper:
I have no idea what to make of this. I googled the name, the first sentence and the last sentence of the clipping – no dice. No one in the immediate vicinity of my office will own up to putting it on my desk – they’re all either really good liars, or there’s some really freaky shit taking place.
That’s the last time I talk about the residual negative energy of former bosses out loud…
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“No one in the immediate vicinity of my office will own up to putting it on my desk – they’re all either really good liars, or there’s some really freaky shit taking place.
That’s the last time I talk about the residual negative energy of former bosses out loud…”
Gaslighting
http://www.google.com.au/search?hl=en&q=Gaslighting&btnG=Search&meta=
DavidM
“No one in the immediate vicinity of my office will own up to putting it on my desk – they’re all either really good liars, or there’s some really freaky shit taking place.
That’s the last time I talk about the residual negative energy of former bosses out loud…”
Gaslighting
http://www.google.com.au/search?hl=en&q=Gaslighting&btnG=Search&meta=
DavidM
That’s u h, odd. And strange. And yet, maybe there is a poem to be written of this?
That’s u h, odd. And strange. And yet, maybe there is a poem to be written of this?