Last week a guy came into the library with a worried face and started yammering, "I didn't do it. I don't know who wrote it but it wasn't me." After a few moments we were able to calm him down enough to find out what he was talking about.
Apparently someone had written an I-60, an inmate written communication form to the staff, to the principal complaining that some people stayed in the library too long with my boss' permission. Whoever had written the I-60 had not only tattled over a non-issue, they had also used someone else's name to write it. Something shady was going on.
Today the guy brought the I-60 to the library for us to see. We always get our I-60's returned to us by mail when they have a reply, so he was bringing the reply, too. I was gone when he came in, but my boss pulled me aside before I went to lunch to show it to me after Ereman left.
"Whose handwriting is this?" she asked as she thrust the paper toward my face.
Oh man, I thought, this is not good. I immediately saw a similarity to Ereman's handwriting. "I don't know," came my response.
"Doesn't it look like Ereman's?"
"Maybe a little bit," I said, trying not to be pulled into something crazy.
After trying to compare the I-60 to stuff Ereman had written, it was pretty clear who had written it. However, I maintained neutrality and told my boss I didn't think he had done it. My request was that I not be pulled into the situation. Whatever was going on was not about me and, in a place like this, the best course of action is to stand as far away as possible. I have a feeling it will get ugly soon.
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