About five years ago I was friends with a charming colleague. She was bright and bubbly, about 15 years older than me, and generally good fun. We were close. She was one of the first people I told when I found out I was pregnant.
Things began to sour when I became her supervisor. She made snarky comments, became belligerent in team meetings, deliberately ignored my instruction. But things really went downhill when her sister's best school friend became our Big Boss.
In a matter of weeks it became obvious my name was dirt with 'Management'. It turns out my 'friend' had been telling the boss all sorts of lies about me...that I was discussing confidential information with people I shouldn't have; that I was bitching about co-workers...five years of bloody good work was overturned with a few falsehoods.
But the absolute doozy was one to do with me taking medical leave. I had to take two weeks off to have an operation and recover...she told the boss it was completely elective and I was only having it because insurance would cover it. Did I mention the operation was to remove A TUMOUR FROM MY THROAT? Oh yes, a tumour that was leaching calcium from my bones...completely unnecessary.
Then the Big Boss left and she no longer had any power...but the toxicity continued. Things eventually came to a head when I tentatively confronted her after she made a (male) colleague cry. She ranted at me for an hour, called me a liar and fat (wow, what a cutting insult), and threatened to charge me with harassment. I was gobsmacked. It was only much later I found out she'd been bitching behind my back for a long, long time.
Eventually, she left the organisation and I continued on...but, to this day, I remain sad and confused about that whole situation. To this day, I have absolutely no idea why I went from friend to foe.
For my peace of mind, I have to put her squarely in the "office psychopath" box...I think everyone has one. Want to share your tale? Go on, it'll make you feel better...
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