Once Upon A Time, as fables go, but this is no fairy tale, nor is it embellished for entertainment purposes. This is real, and I watched this corrupt gang of ostensible managers and staff unfold their plot to destroy an innocent co-worker’s life and emotional well-being…just for the fun of it! This took place in the mid-80’s when Human Resource Departments were starting their transition to becoming the ’friendly-hr’, as opposed to ’friendly-fire’. I think some HR departments have made it, but not enough in my opinion.
I had gone from running my own word processing business, to selling it, and taking a job at a large corporate office. While employed approximately 3-months as a computer graphic designer, I shared an office cubicle for two with Meredith, or ‘M’ for short. Our positions did not overlap, and there wasn’t a need to talk, except for the usual courtesies… hello, good morning, see you tomorrow, etc. I had made office friends with a couple of admins, and one TDP (text document processor), whom I thought was sweet; let’s call her Frieda, for frightening, with a capital ‘F’ for short. I’m calling the victim Meredith, or ‘M’ for short.
The characters are: I’m Delmira, of course, wearing the white hat. Frieda wearing the black hat. Meredith, or ‘M’ for short, wearing the pink hat of innocence and sacrifice. HR, of course, represents the HR Department, Managers as managers, co-workers as co-workers and so forth. We now have a pretty clear idea of the players.
One day, while lollygagging at the coffee machine, Frieda approached me, poured herself a cup of coffee and casually said…”Do you want to be in on the pool?” Thinking of the normal pool activities, football, baseball, basketball and the like. I said, “Oh what pool?” Frieda replied, “The one about Meredith, the gal you share a cubicle with.” Still in the dark, now thinking she is expecting, and we’re betting on the delivery date… oh, I don’t know. Finally, I said, “What pool? What for? What are you talking about?”
Frieda responded… “When she’ll have her nervous breakdown.” I couldn’t wrap my head around what I was hearing. I felt a knot forming in my stomach and nausea began to overwhelm me. Trying not to look shocked, I repeated, “Oh, what breakdown?” Frieda then re-enacted their efforts and time commitment in plotting and planning this evil deed. Starting with the Division Engineering Manager, down through five or six staff members, they had carefully spent their evenings undoing Meredith’s work, deleting her files on her computer, and doing a general bang up job of turning her mind into a crumbled, confused and frightened state. I softly said, “no, I don’t think I’ll be in on that pool… I have to work in the same office as Meredith.”
I then escaped to the closest women’s room where I could hide in a stall until I was able to overcome my obvious feelings and not reflect on my conversation with Frieda. I felt as though I had been hit with a 2 by 4 in the stomach. I resurfaced after about 30-minutes and quietly went to my cubicle where Meredith was diligently working on reconstructing her previous day’s work.
Keep in mind, this was when computers were fairly new, no flash drives to capture your work for safekeeping, and none of the tools now available to workers. Documents were input into computers in TDP formatting and Word Star, and Microsoft was not a group of applications that practically did your work for you. All documents were created by command driven instructions using DOS.
I slithered into my cubicle and tried to work, but I couldn’t quite get any work accomplished without my stomach churning and my mind fighting the tears caused by the rat packs behavior. For the next week, I just watched and observed what was going on. Frieda reminded me to keep my mouth shut if I knew what was good for me, as she could have me fired in an instant, since I was a new employee and on the 3-month probation for new employees.
Each evening my husband and I discussed the situation over dinner trying to come up with a solution, and I finally decided the best approach would be to befriend my cubicle mate, ease her mind, explaining the evil conspiracy that was taking place. The next day I secretly approached ‘M’, as I knew I was being watched by several of the conspirators. I caught her alone in the women’s restroom and suggested we meet for lunch that week, of course, at a restaurant off the beaten track of co-workers. I suggested we take separate cars, and not tell anyone. This wasn’t difficult to arrange, as ‘M’ was so paranoid by this time, she thought it was business as usual.
Arriving at the restaurant first, got us a table in the back of the dining area just in case. Meredith arrived after I sat down, she looked happy, as if she had just made a new friend. Little did I know the friendship we were creating that day would last a lifetime. The restaurant was a small, quaint, Mandarin Chinese restaurant. We started with the usual chit-chat like… how long have you worked at the company, and your area of marketing seems intriguing. Then I decided to get to the point, and asked ‘M’… Do you feel like files are missing from your computer? Do you think things aren’t as you left them the night before? Meredith blurted out… “Yes is it happening to you too?” I sometimes think I’m losing my mind. Versions of documents are always wrong, files are lost, my notes and agendas are always a mess, I’ve missed meetings as my calendar is wrong, no matter what I do.”
I listened to her go on for about 5-minutes and then I couldn’t stand it anymore, and responded, “It isn’t you. You’re alright. They are doing it to you.” And then I started crying. The look on her face was devastating. ‘M’ responded with, “What are you talking about?” “What do you mean?” I repeated the conversation I had with Frieda. A long silent pause followed as ‘M’ held back the tears, and tried to control her emotions. I don’t know, but I still find it difficult to hold back my emotions when I think of this entire incident.
My suggestion was for me to go to HR and meet with someone who could help. This is where my belief system in HR starts to deteriorate. Meredith was to make notes of all the incidents at her desk that were in question and we meet again to piece things together. I assured ‘M’ I would not abandon her, and I was willing to accept termination from the company if things didn’t work out the way they were expected. ‘M’ and I took about a week to plan our move and organize our notes before I approached HR with the documentation. I was becoming more and more nervous as time passed, but never thought there was further collaboration in the demise of ‘M’.
The HR meeting day arrived, I casually took my folder of notes I’d prepared, and stopped in for a visit with our HR representative. We talked, the representative diligently made handwritten notes and asked appropriate questions to ensure she had captured the necessary details. After approximately an hour, our discussion was finished, meticulous notes were taken, and the HR representative laid her pen on her desk, looked at me, and with an expressionless face and said… “Do you like working here, Delmira?” I responded, “Yes, very much thank you.” The HR representative then said… “If you do, go back to your desk and forget you ever came to this office to discuss this.” I quickly noted she had taken all her handwritten notes and added them to my personnel file as she was talking to me.” I then felt the wave of nausea overcome the crackle in my voice. The representative ended our conversation with… “Do you understand?” I answered with “Yes, of course. I picked up my things, left her office, and stopped at the nearest phone to call ‘M’, and give her the results of the meeting with HR. I knew we wouldn’t be able to discuss the meeting details with HR until after work at an out of the way coffee shop.
We met at the coffee shop, and I reported the HR meeting results. No regret on my part, although I needed my job, I had an idea what was going to happen to me, and my so-called career at this company. I’ve discussed grey areas in my thinking, and the fact there aren’t any grey areas in Delmira’s life between right and wrong. Meredith and I decided that we would take steps, to preserve her work each evening, keep to ourselves and not lead on I had shared any of this information with ‘M’. We setup dummy account files and renamed the actual files to protect their existing identity… an effortless way of confusing the guys wearing the black hats.
The department manager’s admin took me aside one day and said she would be leaving the company, as she couldn’t stand to listen to all the meetings taking place on the other side of her cubicle wall on how they were going to get me for discussing it with HR; yet another glowing example of employee protection and confidentiality.
Now I knew it was a matter of time and my job as I knew it would continue to become a living hell. I tried to transfer out of the department, but no one wanted to hire me. No singular reason I just wasn’t a satisfactory fit for other positions. I hate it when people think I have limited intelligence. I finally figured a way out of this predicament and decided that I would take a step backward in my career. I started applying for positions that were at a lower level. The evil-doers hadn’t noticed my attempts to transfer out at a lower level position, they had only thought to block advancement using the equal to or greater than theory in my acquiring a new position. I was now using the lessor than theory and it worked. I went from a graphic designer to administrative assistant, and the joke was on them because the administrative assistant position paid more money than the graphics position creating clip art. I wore a smirk on my face as I moved to my new position down the hall. Wow, wish I had taken a picture of their faces when I wheeled my belongings to my new cube working for a division manager with clout. Fortunately for me, he loved my sense of humor and thus sparked self-confidence back into Delmira.
The manager’s assistant left the company to pursue nicer co-workers out there in the world. ‘M’ left the company and eventually had her well-deserved emotional rest. Frieda, in her mid-30’s at the time, was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and passed away. The evil manager was eventually fired a couple years later and passed away as a result of a brain tumor, and other evil-doers of this group received their due Karma. As for Delmira, she survived them all, and went on to take advantage of an early retirement from this company, without ever saying another word about the incident. Everyone knew I did the right thing,’ but no one had the courage to say so. I did make people very nervous in their presence, especially if they had a tendency to wear the black hat.
After this whole incident had fallen off the radar, about eight victims of this department, wearing the white hats, formed a dinner club. Our T-shirts read, “We Survived Corporate Engineering” and for many years we enjoyed dinners together.
Meredith and I are still friends today.
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