“No, I thought I’d come to you first,” you say.
“Why don’t we get Morgan in here, uh-uh-uh, and have a little chat. After all, we’re really trying to be a more communicative workplace.”
Your boss points to a new poster on the wall. Three people are covering either their eyes, ears, or mouths. Bright red lettering runs along the bottom: Communication.
A few minutes later, Morgan saunters in.
“Why not tell Morgan what you, uh-uh-uh, told me?’
“Okay. I said…and I’m not trying to undermine you here–I know you work really hard. But the rebranding project…well, that was my idea, and you…uh…took credit for it, and…well, I didn’t think that was…right.” You feel every ounce of blood gush into your face. Fuck communication.
“You’re right, that would be problematic,” Morgan says.
“Except I didn’t claim it was my idea. I said very clearly it was yours.” Morgan smiles smugly.
“That’s true. And I would have told you that, but I wanted to encourage, uh-uh-uh, communication.”
“Oh.” You have a feeling this isn’t the point of that poster.
“Well then, uh-uh-uh, that’s resolved. Back to work.”
* * * * *
“Whatever,” you say to Debby, typing the code for Combos into the vending machine. “They’ll never put money into retargeting ads, no matter what the research shows. I’m not wasting my breath again.”
Morgan walks into the kitchen, nods at each of you, pours a coffee, and leaves. Good. At least you’re not pretending you two have anything to talk about.
“Catch you later,” you say, “I have to head into a budget meeting.”
“Later! SNRCK!” Debby waves.
You’ve barely settled into your seat when Morgan says it.
“I think we really need to consider reallocating a significant portion of the budget to retargeting ads. All the research shows they’re extremely effective with this market segment.”
“I don’t know,” your boss says. “Our demographic is hardly, uh-uh-uh, computer savvy…”
“I’d say you were right if I hadn’t just friended my own grandmother on facebook.” Morgan winks slyly.
Your boss bursts out laughing.
“Well you have a point. You know what? Let’s, uh-uh-uh, try it. Morgan: our font of ideas, huh?”
You lean forward, waiting for Morgan to give you the credit you both know you deserve.
But it doesn’t happen.
Should you tattle again?
No, you burned through that opportunity last week. The worst part isn’t knowing that Morgan’s going to get away with stealing ideas left and right now, though…it’s knowing you cleared the way for it to happen.
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