Once when I worked for a New Holland dealership as a shop and field mechanic, the guy's in the shop hadn't had a raise in quite some time, and they informally elected me to be the spokesman for our group in asking the supervisor for an increase in our/their hourly wage. They all said, we'll be right behind you. On the day when we were to talk to the supervisor who had a pretty large office that would have easily accommodated our whole crew, when I walked into the office to talk to the supervisor about the money issue I looked back to see the entire bunch of them scurrying away like cockroaches! I went ahead and made my pitch, and told him that all of the crew were standing together which was pretty ridiculous since I was the only guy there. In the end, the supervisor did negotiate us a raise from the owners, actually in the amount (I/WE?) asked for. What this has to do with the OP? It just points out that to me, you're pretty much on your own no matter what your coworkers tell you. Someone could have seen BT getting his neck stroked and when it came time for them to tell the HR people what happened, in all likelihood that yellow streak would have opened up down their back, and they would have been very glad to have taken the precaution of wearing depends that day. Most of my life, even though I worked for a lot of companies, I was lucky enough to mostly work alone as regards to others in the companies I worked for. When working as a mechanic, I was usually an outside guy, or a combination of inside/outside. When I worked construction, I was always an outside guy, the same with trucking. When I finally worked at a job where I had some interaction with my fellow workers, I had learned to cope much better and had a successful fifteen year run there. The one notable exception I had was that I did a three and a half year stint as a tractor shop foreman. That required my interacting with people all day long. I can't tell you what a relief it was when I left there and started driving a truck where I could get back to being on my own again. Like old Merle said. He who travels fastest goes alone.