Who's my boss? Is it the congressman or his chief of staff? The chief of staff hired me and is in the office on a much more regular basis than the congressman. The congressman has to give speeches on the House floor, attend committee meetings, and cast votes in both places.
When the British Embassy invited congressional staffers to a reception at the Ambassador's residence, the congressman was out of sorts that he wasn't invited. But he gets better opportunities than a reception with a bunch of redcoats.
While at the reception, our small group of five office mates kept mostly to ourselves. At one time the COS was standing next to me and his arm brushed against mine. But he didn't move it! Personal space, Dude! Don't you know about personal space? Apparently not. I was the one who pulled my arm away.
After the press secretary and I had snuck away for a bit to explore the residence, we joined the legislative director, the staff assistant, and two Brits they were chatting with. In the flow of the conversation, I glanced at the press secretary who'd just commented on something. You know how something in the distance can catch your eye? In my direct line of view was the COS across the room. Looking intently in my direction. Was he looking at me or the press secretary?
Fortunately nothing else has happened until a few days ago. After a meeting involving me, the press secretary, and the COS, the press secretary had another meeting to run off to. That left the COS and me to walk back to the office. As we were leaving, the COS and a member of another congressman's staff were joking at my expense about my fall on the ice.
Was it the way he was joking with me? Or the way he looked at me while joking? Or the way he walked a little closer than necessary on the way back to the office? Or am I really rusty from not working in an office for all those years?
A chapter closes in my life
2 days ago