I love my job, most of the time, but the agency I work for is
clique-ish bizarre fucked-up interesting. Management doesn’t even try to hide the fact that they have their favorites, letting X person work from home when her mom was sick, but denying Y the same privilege when her dad was dying. There is no communication when someone gives notice, often leaving the rest of us to wonder aloud, “Whatever happened to so-and-so?” Rumors fly, usually with little to no first-hand information.
We work in teams, some more cohesive than others. I love my team, and told the core members about my pregnancy at 9 weeks. I also told them about the move to Montreal, which they have mixed feelings about: happy for me and Hubby, but sad to see me go. Three members of our team have been consistent for the last two and a half years, something that doesn’t happen all that often, especially with the usual revolving door of contract therapists. The newest member of our team knew about the move but not about the pregnancy. Or so I thought.
In the last week, three different coworkers approached me and started a conversation with the words, “I heard a rumor….” I don’t know where the rumors started exactly. There were a handful of people I told directly, and another few that had walked in on conversations about either the move or the pregnancy. I’m to the point of not trying to hide the fact that I’m pregnant (not that I could, anyway), but I’m not going around shouting it from the rooftops, either.
And the truth is, I don’t actually care who knows or how they found out. It’s probably the nature of working almost exclusively with other women. I just think it says a lot about my place of employment. And is one of the reasons I’ll be more than happy to leave it in December.