Wow. Not A Single Drop Of Compassion. Part 5

One of my former coworkers was a rather spiteful woman. She didn’t say anything outright, but she tended to print out newspaper articles and superglue them to people’s cubicle walls. It took quite a lot of money to remove the paper, as every centimeter was glued down. We could never prove it, but she always seemed to be absent when the articles would go up and seemed to agree with the stories.

In one example, there was an article about the link between obesity and heart failure pasted on the wall of a rather overweight employee who had been trying to lose weight. Another time, there was an article about a “heck house” that was placed in the cubicle of an openly gay woman.

However, this one was the worst by a mile.

One of our fellow coworkers, a friend of mine, had recently undergone a hysterectomy. I’m not certain why she had one, but it had something to do with her risk of cancer. I also know that it was in another state, and she had a family already, so that could have been a factor.

I arrived one morning to hear my friend shrieking and crying, as other employees did their best to comfort her.

Me: “What’s happened?”

Friend: “Look what [Coworker] did now!”

I went to [Friend]’s cubicle, expecting to see pictures of protesters at abortion clinics, but I was wrong. Instead, I saw an article, far bigger than previous ones, glued to the cubicle wall. This was about a woman who had undergone a hysterectomy only to lose her family weeks later in a tsunami. Words such as “hysterectomy” and “drowned” were highlighted and a circle was drawn around the mother in question with “SINNER” written underneath.

I went and comforted my friend while [Coworker] came out of the elevator with a smug, triumphant smile.

Me: “What the H***, [Coworker]?”

Coworker: “I don’t have the slightest idea what you mean.”

Between a few other employees and me, we screamed what had happened at the unfazed coworker.

Coworker: “Well, that happened in a Buddhist area, didn’t it? What goes around comes around.”

I did my best to resist slapping her, and I was about to actually slap her when our boss came up the stairs. When he heard us screaming like cats, he asked what was going on. When we explained, he looked sympathetically at [Friend] and glared daggers at [Coworker].

Boss: “Unfortunately, since we don’t have working cameras on this floor, we can’t prove anything, but there will be an investigation.”

While the investigation didn’t confirm that [Coworker] had done anything, due to the frosty atmosphere in the office, she was moved to an office with fewer people and lower pay.

Related:
Wow. Not A Single Drop Of Compassion. Part 4
Wow. Not A Single Drop Of Compassion. Part 3
Wow. Not A Single Drop Of Compassion. Part 2
Wow. Not A Single Drop Of Compassion.