It’s no secret. I don’t like the people I work with.
Most of the time, they are barely tolerable. But most of the time, they are so grating, it’s all I can to do to grit my teeth and acknowledge them. Thankfully, I can spend most of my day in my office.
What I hate most is the social convention of being expected to say “good morning” to each and every one of them. Most of the time, I don’t. But even then, they say it to me, in that horrid, sing-song, passive-aggressive voice that makes me want to set the building on fire.
Recently, one such colleague has been extra jerk-facey (it’s a scientific term) toward everyone, especially me. It doesn’t really bother me, because I don’t care if she says another word to me for the rest of my life. But the facey-ness has been accompanied with bizarre work behavior that’s affecting my day-to-day.
She got called out on it by the boss, who essentially told her that he doesn’t know where her head’s been, but it’s not here. Frankly, I’m glad he’s managing, but the result of this conversation has left her to share her idiocy with us on a regular basis.
In the past week, I’ve given no cue that I want to speak to her, yet she sits her stupid behind down in my chair and tries to engage me in conversation. Which, for her consists of three things: 1) attempts to pawn her work off on me; 2) to complain about my colleagues/boss; and 3) to waste my would-be productive time. There should be a statute of limitations on stupid conversations, but unfortunately, the legislation has stalled.
I wish I could get away with being meaner, but with evaluation time on the not-so-distant horizon, it’s best to put forth the minimum required effort and try to get my work done in spite of the human speedbump I have to interact with.