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skydarkoy... you ever have those things happen that just leave you so baffled and uncertain and you just stand there wringing your hands and you're just so shocked....
Well... my company has a football pool. Unfortuantely I am in charge of said football pool. I'm the only woman in my company, I'm the only one who can keep track of things, me and 10 guys, officially? I'm the office manager. In reality? I'm the babysitter.
So... there is a Pressman [I work for a large commercial printer] that is in the football pool. I pay next to no attention to the football pool except to tabulate up who won for each of 17 weeks of football games. Oh I participate in the football pool and I even usually win a week or two, but it is a well known fact that I do NOT watch the games, my wins are sheer luck, it frustrates the hell out of the guys...
But I digress... the object of the football pool is to win the most games and at the end of 17 weeks the winner of the most games gets the jackpot. For 3/4 of the weeks a gentleman by the name of Edsel [outsider, friend of bosses] had been steadily keeping his lead over all the other schmoes. Until Week 11. Suddenly, around Week 11, slowy but surely, Pressman [who works with me, whom I know very well, who I actually like as a human being] starts to catch up. He comes closer and closer to Edsel's lead and lo and behold, in this last week, week 17, not only does he win the week, he ties with Edsel for the jackpot.
This is well and fine, I don't care, the game is over, this means I no longer have to be all rushed on Tuesday morning tabulating the 'Football Results'.
My boss and his boss [who is his father] had grown suspicious of Pressman's sudden climb to the top.
Everyones picks were due in by Thursday. If you were playing the pool in order to be eligable for that week you had to have your weeks worth of picks into me by Thursday. These picks were put in a folder marked for that week and kept in my filing drawer at my desk. Then each Tuesday I would get the scores from Yahoo Sports! and go through each persons pick sheet [we supply a little book listing all the games each week with a place to write your pick] and add up their wins and losses for the week.
Pressman has been cheating.
He would hand in his picks on Thursday, watch all the games, make a new pick sheet [he had 2 copies of the book] xerox the new ones and switch out his winning sheet for the pick sheet he had given me on the previous Thursday. This probably took place on Monday mornings as Pressman and the plant crew come in before the offices open.
My boss and his boss caught him by xeroxing the pick sheets the friday of the last week and comparing the xeroxs to the sheets I had in my folder this Tuesday. He had lost six games on his original sheet, but his new sheet indicated he had lost only 3, making him 13 and 3 for the week, catching him up to Edsel, making him a splitter of the pot.
I feel so betrayed and hurt and used. Should I feel this way? I liked him, he tricked me, he tricked us all, he screwed some people out of their winnings. [A weekly dollar per winning game is paid out to the people who win each week]. I couldn't look at him, they called him up the office, there was a closed door conference, he went back downstairs. He spoke to me as he was leaving to go to lunch.
I couldn't look at him. I still like him. I'm really confused.
Well... my company has a football pool. Unfortuantely I am in charge of said football pool. I'm the only woman in my company, I'm the only one who can keep track of things, me and 10 guys, officially? I'm the office manager. In reality? I'm the babysitter.
So... there is a Pressman [I work for a large commercial printer] that is in the football pool. I pay next to no attention to the football pool except to tabulate up who won for each of 17 weeks of football games. Oh I participate in the football pool and I even usually win a week or two, but it is a well known fact that I do NOT watch the games, my wins are sheer luck, it frustrates the hell out of the guys...
But I digress... the object of the football pool is to win the most games and at the end of 17 weeks the winner of the most games gets the jackpot. For 3/4 of the weeks a gentleman by the name of Edsel [outsider, friend of bosses] had been steadily keeping his lead over all the other schmoes. Until Week 11. Suddenly, around Week 11, slowy but surely, Pressman [who works with me, whom I know very well, who I actually like as a human being] starts to catch up. He comes closer and closer to Edsel's lead and lo and behold, in this last week, week 17, not only does he win the week, he ties with Edsel for the jackpot.
This is well and fine, I don't care, the game is over, this means I no longer have to be all rushed on Tuesday morning tabulating the 'Football Results'.
My boss and his boss [who is his father] had grown suspicious of Pressman's sudden climb to the top.
Everyones picks were due in by Thursday. If you were playing the pool in order to be eligable for that week you had to have your weeks worth of picks into me by Thursday. These picks were put in a folder marked for that week and kept in my filing drawer at my desk. Then each Tuesday I would get the scores from Yahoo Sports! and go through each persons pick sheet [we supply a little book listing all the games each week with a place to write your pick] and add up their wins and losses for the week.
Pressman has been cheating.
He would hand in his picks on Thursday, watch all the games, make a new pick sheet [he had 2 copies of the book] xerox the new ones and switch out his winning sheet for the pick sheet he had given me on the previous Thursday. This probably took place on Monday mornings as Pressman and the plant crew come in before the offices open.
My boss and his boss caught him by xeroxing the pick sheets the friday of the last week and comparing the xeroxs to the sheets I had in my folder this Tuesday. He had lost six games on his original sheet, but his new sheet indicated he had lost only 3, making him 13 and 3 for the week, catching him up to Edsel, making him a splitter of the pot.
I feel so betrayed and hurt and used. Should I feel this way? I liked him, he tricked me, he tricked us all, he screwed some people out of their winnings. [A weekly dollar per winning game is paid out to the people who win each week]. I couldn't look at him, they called him up the office, there was a closed door conference, he went back downstairs. He spoke to me as he was leaving to go to lunch.
I couldn't look at him. I still like him. I'm really confused.
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Date: 2003-01-03 05:21 pm (UTC)Well, I hate to say this because you obviously like this guy, but he's a cheaterliar, he essentially robbed the people that were playing the game honestly, and I think the worst offense to you, personally, is that he betrayed your trust and essentially used you as a means to an end. Friends don't do shit like that. I don't know how you "like someone as a human being" after they deliberately steal from the non-cheaters in the pool.
That said, and in the interest of giving him the benefit of the doubt since you obviously like him... sometimes people have reasons for doing shit like this. Maybe he's behind on his mortgage. Maybe his kids need shoes. Maybe he's in so much debt he can't put food on the table. Have a frank talk with him. He violated your trust, you have a right to question him on it.
Now, if, in the end, he just did it to win the pool? I don't know how he can sleep at night, and I don't know how you can still pal around with him. And actually, as far as that goes, he might not be working there much longer, so it might be a non-issue.
My two cents for what they're worth.
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