
Anonymous Assistant: Employment Wars
Continuing the theme from last week’s Anonymous Assistant , Helen Bailey, junior litigation lawyer at CWS (Craven Wiley & Sharpe) looks to further her ‘double agent’ style shenanigans. Be a fly on the wall as she is dragged further into the dilemma of defending a client firm from a sacked employee despite her sympathy for the claimant… Jane is both astonished and envious of my new-found status as: “Workers’ Champion”. “You used to be such a goody-two-shoes,” she sneers. “You would …
Continuing the theme from last week’s Anonymous Assistant , Helen Bailey, junior litigation lawyer at CWS (Craven Wiley & Sharpe) looks to further her ‘double agent’ style shenanigans. Be a fly on the wall as she is dragged further into the dilemma of defending a client firm from a sacked employee despite her sympathy for the claimant…
Jane is both astonished and envious of my new-found status as: “Workers’ Champion”.
“You used to be such a goody-two-shoes,” she sneers. “You would never have dreamed of doing something like this when I first met you.”
“Yes I would!” I protest.
“No you wouldn’t. You were frightened of everything. Now you’re taking on the oligarchs.”
“That’s the effect five years of working with you has on people, Jane,” Liz laughs. “Helen was so sweet and innocent when she arrived.”
“Like Maria Von Trapp,” Alex agrees.
“Maria Von Trapp?! I don’t think so!”
“Oh, you were,” Liz pats my arm. “So keen to do the right thing and impress everyone with your helpfulness and now look at you: running the resistance!”
“From mild mannered novice nun to fearless Nazi-fighter!” Alex chuckles.
“Hardly!” I snap. “Now, will you three, please , stop making such a big deal of this?”
“No!” They chorus.
“It’s the most outrageous thing you have ever done,” Jane points out.
“It is not.”
“It is so. You hate breaking the rules.”
“I do not!”
“You do too. Remember how terrified you were when we tried to spy on Miranda?”
“No.”
“I do,” Alex laughs. “You thought she was going to stab you with a stiletto.”
“I did not!” I fume. “Now, for goodness sake, leave me alone. I am not breaking The Official Secrets’ Act! I am simply redressing the balance in a minor employment spat.”
They exchange knowing looks, say nothing, but begin to hum, quietly at first but then louder and louder..
I flounce back to my office with the tune to ”Climb Every Mountain” echoing in my years, only to find that my “minor employment spat” is taking on the makings of an all-out war.
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May 18, 2009
nice distraction