My friend Charlie got me a pretty sweet job at a huge plant a few months ago. I am making more money now than I was at the job I had for 13 years. I work with smart people and I actually have good days at work. There is one thing that bothers me. Charlie is my supervisor.
Charlie is a decent supervisor, but I wanted his job. Therefore, about a month ago I started a rumor that Charlie was having an affair with another supervisor. The rumor spread like a raging wildfire on a Los Angeles hillside. Charlie's wife, who is also a good friend, found out and she is divorcing him. The other supervisor I implicated has gone on FMLA leave. The rumor mill would not shut down. So I just rode it out.
Charlie's work began to suffer. I stepped up and told him I would pitch in and help him get his work done. I did, but I told his supervisor that I was doing all of Charlie's work and that Charlie should be watched more carefully. Poor Charlie couldn't bear the strain and he quit on Friday. I took over the vacant supervisor position today.
The position was much harder than I anticipated. I don't really like it. So I put in my two weeks notice. I guess Charlie's job wasn't really worth it. I do have a date with his soon to be ex-wife this weekend...she is smoking hot. Word!