Yet another unbelievable tale

When I joined the organisation almost 2 years ago I inherited a team of staff and all that entails. They were not of my selection but you have to just accept that and deal with whatever comes your way. One of the team, a young lady in her mid 20s has been particularly high maintenance. She has had just about every conceivable problem with her flat requiring time off to let tradesmen in, as well as boyfriend trouble resulting in tears in the toilets on a regular basis. One particularly bad occasion she txt myself and the Team Manager in the early hours of the morning to inform us she was at the police station pressing charges against her chap and consequently would be in late the next day. The poor Team Manager had to explain to his wife why a young woman was txting him in the middle of the night!!

On top of this she had difficulty managing her finances which necessitated myself and Ms. Cor-Blimey taking her to one side and assisting with provision of cash advances and instruction in the art of balancing the books. Having undertaken the role of financial advisor/surrogate mum and therefore been aware of how much in the red she was, we were shocked when she approached us to inform of her intent to have a ‘boob job’. This was duly booked and off she trotted.

All did not go according to plan however and she had to go back to her surgeon to have remedial work. Having run out of leave and unable to take time off unpaid, she was permitted to draw a couple of days holiday from the forthcoming year.

Now, most reasonable people would think that having been so supportive she would go out of her way to pull her weight at work…. Oh no…. instead she began to repeatedly be late for work. Cue the disciplinary process. Two warnings for poor time-keeping later, the date for a potential dismissal meeting loomed. At this stage the penny dropped and she decided to resign. We accepted her resignation on the basis she came in the next day and completed a handover….. and she was late!! Talk about add insult to injury.

So that is where you’d expect the story to end, no doubt? I too thought I had drawn a line under it all until I received an email from the CIO informing me that the IT bods had been cleansing previously owned Blackberries and found inappropriate images on one. One of the techies proudly announced he knew whose it was from the copious pics… of a pair of ladies breasts!!! I laughed my socks off…... Yep, you'd think she'd....but I’m getting to the stage where not much surprises me any more….