I must confess; I’m beginning

I must confess; I’m beginning to get worried about a colleague of mine. He’s been acting very strangely lately. Really odd, y’know? Makes me feel… disturbed. I think for all our sakes, I should have a word with him, but I don’t know what to say…

…for ages he’s been giving a hard time to the guy who works in the office downstairs. Kinda mean, but not without reason. I mean, we all have our vote for who’s the biggest jerk in the office, don't we? But it’s worse than that. Over the past few months, this has turned into a vendetta. Seriously.

Anyway, almost a month ago, he went on something of a campaign to discredit him, and effectively try to get him sacked. If I’m honest, I didn’t really like the guy myself, so I turned something of a blind eye. And now, after a few weeks of viciousness, the guy has quit.
I’m not getting ‘holier than thou’ – there’s no great love lost between us, but even so…the viciousness of this seems a bit excessive. It's not cricket, y’know? Especially, well…that kind of behaviour from a mate.

But despite that, I’d turned a blind eye. didn’t like the bloke much myself, and, well, my mate who got him chucked out – he’s a mate, isn’t he?

Anyway, I thought the weekend would settle things down. I thought that would be the end of it. It wasn't.

This morning I came into work, and my friend’s close mates were talking at him, in a way that just looked suspicious. Somehow, ‘Cloak And Dagger’. They were angry, too, but I couldn't tell where their anger was directed.
Then, as soon as I’d finished reading my morning emails, damn it if my friend didn’t start having a go a the next-most disliked person in the office!

He started talking about the first guy he got rid of, and how he and this other guy were buddies. And how the other guy better shape up. How he’d better watch himself…

I was just sitting there, drinking my cup of tea, thinking, “Where’s it going to stop?”

I hate to say it – and I know there’s a chance this guy’s reading my blog – but fump me, he’s turning a bit paranoid. On the surface, he seems alright, but he’s so shy. So scared. So easily influenced by his hard-case mates.

I swear, this thing could well tear the office apart…

Dubya – if you’re reading this mate, I’m don’t know what to tell you…but I’m worried. Is there any way we can sort this out?