My Theory

I know I sound like a crazy person when it comes to the lurker.  It took me 2 years to finally say something because they moved in such a quiet manner that made you wonder, Am I being paranoid?

No, the lurker is that good.  It's not just me.  It's happened to others.

I suspect what I did has prompted them to start looking at what I'm doing.  Why do I say that?

About a few weeks ago, I worked on something that she did that prompted me to get a rejection when I filed it.  I realized there was a misspelling.  It happens.  We all make mistakes.  Not the lurker.  They're the ones who tell you you're in the wrong.  You're not supposed to do that.

We have something we have to mark something as a correction and noted. It's not meant to punish.  It's meant to understand where things went wrong and to just be more careful.  I've gotten them.  I'm not always thrilled when I see them.  

I hesitated.  I thought I know what's going to happen.  I did fix what happened and got it corrected, filed and moved on.  I thought I have to say something.  I know what's happened with other people.  I know someone who felt like they were downright bullied by the lurker because it was followed up by emails and harassment.

If this gets me moved, then this is for the best.  How things go are handled are not always nice and make you feel very betrayed.

I wish this would have been done last year.  I suspect my time might be coming for another move.

I welcome it.  I welcome popping popcorn and hearing about the fallout that happens.  I don't think I'm greater than sliced bread.  If there's a thought that moving me might make things so much easier, then that will be a very interesting thing to see.

Once I heal from my wounds, I'll pop the popcorn.  I'll be surprised if I'm wrong and in a way, I kind of hope I'm right.  

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