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OK I shd be sleeping thr sleep of the just, but i learned something possibly awful at work which i can only kind of skate round - but sort of sharing may at least pop it out of my buzzing head for the moment. my new boss = OK and i like her a lot; my old boss = a very good friend (and neighbour) recently left and at (soon-to-be-legal) daggers drawn w.management. nu-boss told me something abt management's interp'n of old boss's actions which, if she is right, imply he has been v.stupid, and may soon be in deep trouble. in fact i find this hard to believe (in a battle of wits w.management, old boss wd be streets ahead): i hope and trust it is management which is being stupid, but i can no longer tell where my analysis of the sitch is being undermined by my loyalty to a friend's judgment. Cd not get hold of him this evening to pass on info (and allow him to calm MY nerves?!): hence wide awake at three in morning w. a workday tomorrow...

(last monday, just as i prepared to send off a raft of emails looking for work, i was told that the guardian had laid off ALL its freelance subs: ie MY market = suddenly all clogged up w.newbies pah bah, so i sent no emails instead)

― mark s, Tuesday, 20 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

gazing at this in the cold light of day I realise that the unasked question = have you ever been told a secret so BIG that you HAD to pass it on for fear of yr head exploding? (above = not really this, hence all vagued up: sorry)

― mark s, Wednesday, 21 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Yes.

But I'm not passing it on any further.

― Pete, Wednesday, 21 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

No. I can keep secrets. Including that one about a hitman I know...

― Kodanshi, Wednesday, 21 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

have you ever been told a secret so BIG that you HAD to pass it on for fear of yr head exploding?

Jeez, that's my life every day. Lately, certain people at the office have taken to bitching about our poor old director who recently died of scleroderma.

― Kerry, Wednesday, 21 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Mm, I have a few. They will stay that way.

― Ned Raggett, Wednesday, 21 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

ok finally got to talk to old boss ("why you no return my emails" "oh i have not looked at MY emails for two days" "grrr")

my judgment of old boss's judgment = good ie he is not A TOTAL FOOL w/a court appearance pending HOWEVER this means management are lying to my nu-boss big time OR (which is kinda worse) so dumm they actually believe what they are spreading around.

Of course one day I will write my memoirs and this will all be very hilarious.

― mark s, Thursday, 22 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

working out the roman-a-clef correspondences of this thread's title to your story is twisting my pore hed into corkscrews. i keep coming back to the cowping it part (symbolically, you know). but that's just how i am. i am sorry you have to endure the trashing of a good man's name. it is no good.

― Tracer Hand, Friday, 23 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

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