I got a message on my computer from Mr. Wing: “Can you come to my desk, I need assistance with something.”
Of course, why not help your workmates, right?
So I went, helped him out, and with Lodi’s obsession with counting every single minute, I mentally recorded I spent around 30 to 35 minutes with Mr. Wing.
When I got back to my desk, Lodi asked, “What task are you currently working on?”
“Helping Mr. Wing with something. He needed help and asked me for help.”
“What did he need?” he grilled.
I gave him a summary and tried not to explain too much.
“OK,” he says, then proceeds to give me unnecessary reminders of what he thinks is urgent (when it’s really not).
Then he stands up, started calling someone, and starts walking away.
The other person on the line answered before he got out of earshot and asks something in their own native language.
But I heard my name.
2 and 2 together: He called Mr. Wing and he mentioned my name.
The next opportunity I got to walk by Mr. Wing’s desk, I asked him, “After we worked on that thing earlier, did Lodi ask you if I actually worked with you?”
Mr. Wing nodded yes.
Discouraging.