I kept hearing this phrase over and over as I traipsed through the front office on my way to the `girls’ room’.
It was Friday morning and the typists were busy at their desks, but with heads down and fast at work they kept talking to each other. I empathized because I knew what they were unhappy about.
The promised security checks turned into a nightmarish kind of detailed ‘flea’ search when the inspectors spot checked, and looked in purses and under desks for the missing computer disks. Someone had stolen the company’s budget records which should have been sent to the Main office in Tampa last week.
Why would anyone do that unless they wanted to or was sent to cause the downfall of the ‘Seeker’ Publishing Company. The data was not stored in computers because the CEO was wary of hackers.
Judy in the front row of desks was pale. She said, “I have not slept all week because I am so worried about my job”. A single mother of three, she really needed this job probably more than most. The others did not look me in the eye as I passed by. I suppose suspicions were everywhere; anyone could have taken the disks. There were ten typists/editors in all. Their job was to read and edit our submitted manuscripts.
Our newcomer Connie was cute, efficient and loved by everyone. “I need this job so that I can stay in college” she said. She was working her way through school and it was her first real job.
“Why would anyone want the budget records?” I thought to myself. I too was having trouble sleeping but could not tell anyone; after all I was the Human Resources Specialist.
My answer came sooner than I expected. On Saturday morning the large headlines in the local ‘Weekender’ newspaper was this news flash….
“Local Company Profit Skyrocketed” and next to it there were excerpts of our budget records.
Shareholders and the Press started calling. Phoebe the Office Manager would not take any calls. She was busy packing her things because she knew this was the end for her.
What a difference a week can make.
The next Monday one desk was empty. Connie was missing. She had not called in sick and there was no answer to my calls. In fact, it was disconnected. That was the last we saw of Connie too. So now we knew who had taken the disks and what she did with them. I think that in future I would be more selective about whom I hired, if I still had my job by the end of this coming week….
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