I found out today that one of my coworkers has been talking about me to the higher ups.
“He said you were just throwing stuff away,” my boss informed me. She waved her arm towards the ceiling, indicating a general dispersion of documents on the wind.
“I’m gonna kill him,” I muttered.
She defended me, of course, because she knows what I’ve been doing. And she’s awesome.
“No, no,” she told them. “Susan is throwing out old indecipherable work product. Most of it can’t even be searched, it’s so random. Anything questionable she’s holding onto.”
This yipping person is not even in my department. I would never criticize what he does, not that I truly know it anyway. He’s a great guy,. He’s worked for the city a long time. He helped me out on occasion when I’ve needed it, directing me to the right person or department. He’s funny and kind.
Now I’m rethinking all of that.
Why would he talk smack about me? I guess I should come with a warning label: “Filing Clerk. Beware! Highly organized. Tendency to trash any and all documents within her reach.”
Sometimes, fear gets the best of us. Without exception, everyone I’ve spoken to about the Washington state retention schedules displays this trait, at least at first. They pale at the possibility of losing a precious record.They don’t think the 3-year, 6-year or 10-year-plus-the-life-of-the-building time line is long enough. What if they get hit by a bus? What if we need to know what the building used to be? What if there’s a nuclear war, or the Apocalypse occurs on a Monday morning at 11:11 a.m.?
I heard he likes ginger snaps. I happen to have a smashing recipe. Enough already. I’m going to kill this with kindness instead.
If your enemy is hungry, give him food to eat; And if he is thirsty, give him water to drink; For you will heap burning coals on his head, And the LORD will reward you. – Proverbs 5:21-22