If looks could kill......

The New Guy would have been a goner this morning.

Mr. Brownstar has become increasingly deft since The New Guy has started stealing his seat in the production managers meetings. On the mornings he can't show up early, he will enter the room, pull out his normal chair, and leave his notebook to save his place. While it had taken care of the problem for the first few days, The New Guy was not to be discouraged.

Now, you may recall in a past post how I had mentioned that Ted becomes absolutely insane when people are not sitting in their normal seats. You can't even begin to imagine what happened today when, upon entering the room, he found The New Guy sitting in HIS chair, the chair of Ted, the obsessive compulsive production manager.

Please be advised, from the minute he pulled out the chair, The New Guy was warned to NOT sit in Ted's chair. One of the production managers had literally told him he lacked respect just continuing to sit there.

The New Guy sat unphased. I had inquired as to whether or not Ted was in today, hoping for Ted's sake, that he was out. No such luck, for, only moments after asking if Ted were there, Ted came strolling through the conference room door, immediately noticing the trespasser who had parked his ass in his seat.

Because Ted is completely anal, he walked behind The New Guy and stood for several moments, staring angrily down at him, fully expecting The New Guy to vacate his seat. The New Guy didn't move a muscle. As Ted was headed down to the other side of Jim, I couldn't help myself and glanced up in his direction.

I had to look away! His beat red face was a mask of pure anger, daggers shooting from his eyes in the direction of The New Guy. Never before in my life had I seen something like this occur, especially from Ted. Ted remained silent through the remainder of the meeting.

As you can imagine, an action such as this can not go unpunished. Someone who had attended the production managers meeting had gone to HR and requested the HR manager speak with The New Guy and request that he only frequent the big production meeting we have on Wednesdays.

Whoever this person was is obviously still learning the ropes for skillful behind the scenes exclusion, because, they hadn't managed to cover every base. I was unaware of this activity, so when asked by The New Guy, I had told him I didn't know a thing about the production managers meetings being canceled. Immediately calling My Partner in Crime, I then found out just what exactly transpired and that I should be 'hush, hush' on the subject.

Oh, the tangled webs we weave!

The New Guy is, I'm certain, completely aware that he has been officially excommunicated from the meeting but I have my doubts that he even cares. In fact, I wouldn't be a bit surprised to see him at tomorrows meeting even though, for all intents and purposes, he thinks we won't be having them anymore.