At work, the drama has returned. Yesterday, as the guy that trains me and my OfficeMate was in our office, an email popped up on my computer. Trainer Guy saw that it was from a former employee, and coupled with the fact that Former Employee and I wound up at the same party on Friday night (another blog for another time), Trainer Guy started teasing me about having a fling with FE and about being the “mole.”
Truth be known I was trying to get some help with my monster of a project. I was already overdue on it, and Trainer Guy was far too busy to provide the sheer volume of help I needed. I went to the boss with it, and he literally spent an hour yesterday talking about design theory, but when I’d say, “So, on this job specifically, I need to…?” he’d say that I should talk to Trainer Guy since he (Boss Man) had not designed in years. After a wrinkle in the project had arisen, TG had already said that he wasn’t familiar with what needed to be done, and he had mentioned this to the boss. So, WHY was the boss trying to send me back to him?
Clearly, I was stuck. I wrote to ask Former Employee – technically still an employee somewhat since he does some contract work for our parent company – for help, and yeah, I vented a bit about the lack of help I was getting. FE was mad for me, and he mentioned the situation to some higher-ups at the parent company. FE even offered to do the project for me, since that was really the only way it was going to get back on schedule.
Today, the boss comes to me, asking about that project. He seems determined that it not go to FE, and the boss and I head in to talk to Trainer Guy about getting me some help. This should not have been news to Trainer Guy, as I had told him yesterday after the aforementioned new wrinkle came up that when the boss came to talk to me about it – as I knew he would – I would tell the boss straight out that I needed some help.
Well, we wound up calling a higher-up from the parent company to see if anyone there could help, and it was decided that FE would take over the project. I tried not to smile after hearing that.
As predicted, later this afternoon, Trainer Guy started talking, in that joking manner where you still know he means what he’s saying, that I threw him under the bus. When he says it tomorrow, I plan to respond, “Yeah, because I couldn’t possibly have really needed help, or anything.”