The other day I met up with my Aunty Steffi (not her real name, except for the Aunty part), in the city on her lunch break. She has only just found her way to the world of Facebook and all she knows of blogs is that I have one and it's where I word vomit occasionally. She pulled out a piece of paper and slid it across the table for me to read.
"This was on my desk when I got in to work yesterday" she said, her face defiant.
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"Oh my gawd you have a TROLL!" I screeched. A totally appropriate response given our food court location.
As someone who has been teased for laughing too much and too loudly, seeing this cowardly unsigned letter made my blood boil.
Now this could have been an awful story. I could be telling you how Steffi was so upset by the letter that she now feels uncomfortable going to work. That she has let this cretin win... but that's not the case. Because all of the women in my family are of the kick-arse variety.
"That's terrible, Steffi! What did you do?"
"I stuck it up above the kitchen sink and wrote next to it: 'Can the person who left this on my desk please come and see me so we can discuss this like adults'"
Her colleagues have rallied around her in support and the ongoing "Shhhh you're breathing too loud" jokes that have started since the discovery of the note are made loud enough for whomever printed the note to hear. She won't go down without a fight... and she most definitely will not go quietly.
And just like all things on the internet, all things in an office are traceable. The IT department can, within minutes, find out which computer sent that document to the printer...
So, Steffi's troll, welcome to the 21st Century where there is no such thing as anonymity. Douche.
Have you been bullied at work?