Confusing day at work

[ex-shep]

The nuttiness with Bambi just does not seem to quit. One thing I have resolved. Keep HR out of this mess. I have not been able to concentrate at work at all. The day is a lost cause. The best I can do is admit I am powerless and let it go at that. The committe in my head is having a field day.

Concerning Bambi's issues, I will have to detach. The flight/fight dynamic is starting up again. I am afraid she is going to have a meltdown on my watch and it will be my fault. I had a session with HR that there is nothing wrong with Bambi and that I am one who needs help.

At least having friends who knew her in college is an answer to prayer. I am not alone in my concerns. Apparently this is not new.

Sorry for the vent. I had to clear my head.

[Carmen]

You have my sympathy. I agree with you on HR, I don't trust the bunch I knew either after what they did to me. They have been brainwashed by the company concerning company loyalty, teamwork, keeping up appearances.

I pray for the stability of both of you. I hope you get some peace from her.

[ex-shep]

It a confusing mess. Bambi is scared of me. I try to make sure she is comfortable and feels safe. HR thinks I am going to do something to her. They will not let me even think of her. Now that is overreaching.

The best I can do is be kind and gentle with Bambi and trust the Lord to work it out. Curiously each day something happens that provides a faint glimmer of hope. It does have some curious cult dynamics.

Thanks for the sympathy. I needed it.

[ex-shep]

I had an online ephiphany. I looked up the word prejudice:

an unfavorable opinion or feeling formed beforehand or without knowledge, thought, or reason.
2. any preconceived opinion or feeling, either favorable or unfavorable.
[from Dictionary.com]

I had an unrealistic opinion of who is Bambi, Bambi is scared of me despite any attempts to reassure her, and HR in cult like fashion feel that I am scared of Bambi and that I should not talk to her because I will hurt her. The triangulation is maddening. The good news is I can admit my powerless, recognize the insanity, and fight for her on my knees. I can let go and let God. Now I feel a little better.