The wicked witch of the
west is dead. If I was allowed to mention her name, I would, but that could
result in a lawsuit. So I’ll call her by her nickname.
When I first met this
woman, I knew I was dealing with a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Standing barely 5
feet 3 inches tall, she did everything in her power to give herself importance.
A business suit fit for Wall Street, a sleek perfect bob haircut, flawless
makeup and above all ... nothing less than 3-inch stilettos.
She took pleasure in
making candidates squirm during their interview, she checked up on them if
hired, and even though she encouraged them to talk to her about problems, those
who did lived to regret it. I did.
When I went to see the
witch about a problem, something shared in confidence, she made fun of me and shamelessly
shared my problem with colleagues.
“Report her,” one person
said.
“Why bother,” said another. “Nothing gets done about it anyway.
“Why bother,” said another. “Nothing gets done about it anyway.
Not one to rest on my
laurels, I decided I would report her. As I said to others ... “If everybody
keeps quiet and never complains then of course nothing will ever get done. But
if I speak up and you speak up, if we all voice what on our minds, then maybe
something WILL get done about it.”
In her position of
power, she had a hand in keeping people out who should have been let in; she
had people fired for no good reason; and she stood in people’s way who deserved
promotion.
Whether it the accumulation
of complains against her that led to the decision to let her go we’ll never
know, but I’d like to think so. It took fourteen months and numerous emails,
but finally justice was served. The witch was fired.
For me and countless
others her dismissal comes too late but it might benefit those who come behind
us.
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