Several decades ago, before I was a bridgetender and was still an office drone, there was a major scandal at my place of work. It seems that the director of personnel was found in the supply closet with a secretary from another department. And both were married. Gasp!
Aside from the fact that the head of the personnel department, of all people, ought to know that there are certain plates on which one should not place one’s pickle, this got messy on a whole lot of other levels too. First of all, it could be perceived (although I honestly don’t think it was the case in this instance), that the secretary was attempting to garner a leg up, so to speak, on any promotions that might be in the offing. Second, this particular secretary had a very violent, aggressive husband, and no one was looking forward to seeing him come through the door, loaded for bear. Our geriatric security guard would not have been able to handle that.
After about three days in which this was the sole topic of conversation at the water cooler, the director of personnel resigned. He was trying to save the secretary’s job, but she was a bit of a hot head, and walked out in protest. One minute they were there (albeit in the supply closet), and the next minute, poof! Gone. No goodbyes, nothing.
This kind of made me sad. These were both very good workers and nice people. Why they chose to act so stupidly, unethically, and inappropriately is beyond me. But today’s scandals eventually turn into tomorrow’s vague memories. People have very short attention spans. It’s funny how importance is also impermanent.
Perspective.
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