If I had spider-sense, it would be tingling. Todd, the soon-to-be-divorce guy on our floor, is sitting in his cube, quiet, and he suddenly just busts out with a “FUCK!”
That started the emails going. I don’t know about you, but every office I’ve ever worked in has been a cauldron of gossip and covert social warfare as nuanced and mannered as a Jane Austen novel. Email has to be the single greatest thing that ever happened to office politics and gossip – it’s fantastic. Everyone in my little white collar clique has been keeping a running commentary on Todd’s deterioration.
I just hope he doesn’t go postal.