My name is Gossip. I have no respect for justice. I maim without killing. I break hearts and ruin lives. I am cunning and malicious and gather strength with age. The more I am quoted the more I am believed. My victims are helpless. They cannot protect themselves against me because I have no name and no face.
To track me down is impossible. The harder you try, the more
elusive I become. I am nobody's friend. Once I touch a reputation, it is never the same. I topple governments and wreck marriages. I ruin careers and cause sleepless nights, heartaches and indigestion.
I make innocent people cry in their pillows. Even my name hisses. I am called Gossip. I make headlines and headaches. Before you repeat a story, ask yourself.
Is it true? Is it harmless? Is it necessary? If it isn't don't repeat it. (Author unknown)
Remember, gossip dies when it hits a wise person's ear. There is no place for gossip at your place of work, and in Local Union 10 IBEW.