A colleague of mine recently copied the team on a document. They failed to copy me. I only discovered this when another colleague asked me for a view on the work.
This was the third time this had happened. The team is only six people and we have been formed for about six months and so I have viewed this as interesting. Actually no, I have viewed it with suspicion. I have started to create stories, in my head, about a hidden intent, tales about a potential dislike or disregard for me. I have been telling myself that once is a mistake, twice is careless, three times is deliberate.
I have of course taken an adult approach to this and spoken to the individual directly. (You know I’m lying here, right?)
Yesterday I was in a team meeting and another colleague began a discussion on a topic they are leading. They referred to the pre-read they had shared. I said I hadn’t received it and they apologised and sent me a link to the soft copy on our systems. I received the email and clicked the link. I didn’t have access rights to the material.
Now my story has legs. It has all the makings of a novel. With characters, twists of plot and an evil back story. I have trapped myself in a fabrication of my own making. I am unconsciously looking for evidence that my tale is correct.
Imagined dragons. Stories of the mind. Myth and truth.