Yesterday evening, I was on the phone with my daughter getting an update on her injured friend when another call was coming through. I only use my call waiting for what I consider important calls and didn't answer, choosing instead to let it go to voice mail.
At my convenience, I made the call back to a former colleague who lost her job this year. She'd heard I'd hurt my back and wanted all the dirt. What dirt? I hurt my back, I'm on the mend, I'm back to work and there is no dirt. I'm not trying to make a federal case out of a muscle strain, so I was perplexed by why she seemed so interested. She kept using cryptic language like, "I'm worried you're going to lose your job," and, "I like you, so I want you to know you need to watch your back." My physical back, or a metaphorical one? Is someone with power going to take a knife and stab me in my back? She wouldn't expand upon her train of thought and concern.
I've had agida ever since.
This woman, still, six months after resigning, has her ear to the ground and I wonder if she hears hooves thundering toward me. Or is she so bitter about her forced resignation that she must sew seeds of discontent?
Out of the blue, she's worried for my safety in the territory I cover, but when I took this job, she pulled the seniority card and snatched the territory I had been promised. She had been slated to work the midnight shift, but changed her mind and took my job. Now she worries about my territory. She actually told me it would make her feel better if she knew I had a different job.
Me thinks I smell a rat, or at the least, I sense the incredible skill of someone who can build mountains from mole hills.