As I’ve forotten often happens when you enter a workplace, there’s usually at least a small round of office gossip. I’m fortunate enough to work in a place where the people are fantastic, andthe gossip is pretty much at a minimum. That doesn’t mean that it doesn’t exist at all though.
I wouldn’t really call it gossip, but in talking with co-workers, I’ve learned things about them that it’s just not my place to share with other co-workers. This drives me crazy, because the stuff isn’t a big deal, it’s just not my place to pass it onto others.
So here I am with these tidbits of knowledge floating around in my head, and nobody to share them with. Not that I’m a bad secret keeper or anything, but until now I’ve really been able to just write about stuff that was going on with things here on my blog. But now I know for a fact that people at work read this, and it just wouldn’t be right to post anything, because no matter how cryptic I seem, I can’t really say more than “somebody said something about a situation” without revealing too much.
I’ve never been one of those cryptic people because those entries just aren’t really worth reading in my opinion, and now today all of a sudden I’ve got the urge to be one of those cryptic people, and I really just can’t.
Except I just realized that I’ve been quite cryptic even though this entry isn’t about the events at work at all, but more about me and my writing and my urge to share something with someone and it just won’t work out. Because you see, I’m not in a position where I should share this information with people at work, and anyone else involved in my real life just wouldn’t care because it’s so darned trivial.
Or perhaps I’m just making a mountain out of a molehill.
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