"My boss is having an affair with a girl in my office, and he's married, with kids. We all knew, but, like, what can you say. He's been, like, going around with her - not obvious, sometimes he drops her to office, sometimes people at restaurants have seen them, but the problem is, it comes into the workspace.
According to him he's not discriminating, but according to us, he is (and she's a psycho). There are exceptions made for her, and he thinks we don't realise; if she gets upset with somebody or anything, she goes and screams at him and walks out. We have seen her screaming at him, he has a glass door.
Any time you confront him - I've had problems with her - he is so cunning and clever; any person who wants to learn how to talk, should learn from him. He'll say she has a rough time at home, and comes to me and my wife."
"She's not good looking."
"He's bought her a laptop which she uses in the office. Recently, for all of us Yahoo and Facebook is blocked, but she has. For her birthday last year, he ordered pizza, I went to collect it, we didn't know who it was from, the guy said, 'It's from ****'. He's sent her a bouquet, he bought her an iPod Touch, this year she got a camera; she doesn't say it's from him. This time she said her brother gave her the camera for her birthday - her brother's working in Dubai.
Two days later, one of the girls saw on Facebook her brother saying 'sorry ****, forgot your birthday', so then how did he buy her a camera? Her mother's salary is Rs.7000, so how is she buying on her own?
When I accuse him of being biased, he'll say, 'She has tough time', but then I say, 'We all have problems, you can't take advantage of the fact' - anyway, thats an ongoing thing. Now its reached a stage where nobody likes her in office. He's divided the team into two, i'm managing one and the other team he's made her the manager and put newcomers under her, who won't know about her."
"She acts like such a hypocrite, like she's fallen from heaven."
"The other day one of the girls found a letter in his drawer, written on our stationery in his handwriting, not a poem, more like his thoughts:
'I'm not going to think about her
I'm not gonna think about her anymore
I'm not gonna think about the way she looks
I'm not gonna think about the way her hair smells
I'm not gonna think about the way she cried when her turtle died
I'm not going to think about the way she wants a pup
I'm not gonna think about the way we drove to Bajpe airport and had salty omelettes
I'm not gonna think about her powerful legs
I'm not gonna think about how delicate she was like a bird
I'm not gonna think about the way she decorated the christmas tree
I'm not gonna think about her booty shake and something something
I'm not gonna think about her love for crab cakes at Moti Mahal
I'm not gonna think about the way she screamed and smashed so many phones
I'm not gonna think' - I can't remember the others right now.
One of the girls has taken the letter now, it's with her - one original is there and many Xeroxes are there. I'm imagining his guts, ok - our team for the past year and a half, I can't tell you how many placements we've done - I looked at her client sheet (it's hidden like a big secret. initially it was on a server, now its a big secret), you should see the hits - from last year till now, just 4 or 5. We had a meeting, I gave it to him - he's accusing us of not working and not saying anything to them. I said its damn unfair, he's saying, 'Last quarter in the past three months, tell me who you've sourced and when they've joined.' "
"I'm stupid? I gave it to him properly!"
"This is, like, getting worse now. Let me tell you about his stupid -
and, er, I asked him, 'So ****, what about the other team?', 'coz they dont do any work. He said, 'I think they've done pretty well' - the client sheet I got after that meeting - he's saying, 'A VP position, she's closed' (nothing like that was there). Next day, he called me and apologised, he knows we have something against him."
"To this girl, ****, when she behaves stupidly, the other girls loudly will tell one another, 'eh, you know last evening I went to Bajpe airport and ate salty omelettes' and 'what about the crab cakes in Moti Mahal?'"
"The poem also has a 2 by 2 code -
'I'm not gonna think about the 2x2 code
I'm not gonna think about the games we played in office - hide and seek (without the balls) :)'
What are the balls in hide and seek?"