Office Politics - 2

At the office staff canteen lunch is served exactly at 12 noon, and because the staff count is about 600, you better get to the canteen five minutes before noon to get the hottest of meals and the best of seats.

So yesterday, as usual H and I left for lunch soon enough to escape the long queue. I could see that H was tired and that she was having a tough time just standing straight. You see, to earn extra cash H works at the bar during weekends and though one might think that she was having a tough time to stand ‘cause of downing all those drinks, its not true. She works her butt off at the bar to keep her house warm and feed her family.

Anyway, by the time we finished lunch H was so tired that she was feeling dizzy and requested that she be allowed to go home. What am I to say? No don’t? Of course not, I told her to go right away and just to add a hint of concern I asked her how she was planning to drive herself back home in her condition. Thankfully H did not ask for a lift to her home.

An hour later, I get a call from BB (that’s Big Boss for you):

BB - so is everybody in the office?

C – (Who am I? Your attendance keeper?) H left home ‘cause she was sick.

BB - Did it look genuine?

C – (Tell you what? Go to H’s house and check for yourself whether she was faking it or not.). Well yeah...

BB – Ok

I don’t like it when BB questions me about my colleagues, makes me feel like a spy and the truth is that I just don’t like that role. It might be a path to earn BB’s respect, but it seems such a slimy way to get into the good books of your boss.

For the time being though, I am keeping quite (read that as bottling up) and going along with the flow. And one day when the sh*@ hits the fan, my boss is not going to be all that thrilled with me.