Dear Coworker,
You are stressed. I can tell. You know how I can tell?
Because you are riding herd on people who don’t need or want to be ridden and if you don’t knock it off I am seriously going to have to buck you off like a spooked horse and then trample you.
Your personal drama is not an excuse to treat me like shit,
Meg
Ugh. On the one hand I’m glad my boss is male and on the other hand, I’m so sick of people refusing to listen to me and then having to be passed in to him so that he can tell them what I just told them and be believed about it. Dear Patriarchy – fuck you.
Dear Coworker,
No, I do not need to do task X immediately. I need you to back the fuck off and let me handle emails in my own time the way I do with you, especially emails that literally just came in a minute ago while I was audibly handling a different problem for another Type A personality asshat. I don’t jump on you and tell you you need to handle request Y immediately and I expect the same courtesy you overbearing ************* (note: we are sorry. the author of this note appears to have shorted out from sheer rage).
Ugh I just need this bureaucracy nightmare to end for the day. I’m so sick of politics. I really, really am.
This week needs to be over. I’ve had to listen to crappy Christmas music all week. If I hear Santa Baby one more time, I’m going to scream, and Coworker needs to take her sick ass home instead of stirring shit for funsies and spreading her stomach flu through the office. I swear to the gods she goes out of her way to make trouble for me, specifically, usually when she just doesn’t want to deal with a policy that’s changed.
Update: Sick!Coworker has taken herself home, so some small improvement has been made. Yay!
Ugh. Tumblr is dead today, and it’s so damn foggy outside you can barely see your hand in front of your face. I feel like my brain has been wrapped in cotton wool, because apparently I have seasonal affective disorder. I can’t think. I can’t write. I can’t even have decent music because I’m at work. There’s absolutely nothing to do – the office is so quiet I’m pretty sure I could hear a pin drop. Next week’s work is time-sensitive (which is to say i can’t do my bit until someone else’s part has been done) so I can’t even get a head start on it. Thank the gods for the Kindle for PC app because otherwise I’d be bored out of my mind all day today.
😦 rude coworkers are the WORST
Yes they are, and this one really takes the cake. I’ve been here three years. I know my job. I know my boss. She still wants me to take things to him even when a. I know what his answer will be and b. it will probably annoy him to have me ask. Today, she not only did this, but listened to the conversation and then asked if I’d heard the last part of what she said, as if I had not covered this territory and as if the standard procedure for this situation would somehow not cover what needs to happen (which it absolutely does). Bottom line – she doesn’t know what she’s doing or anything about the process, but she wants to pretend that she’s the only one in the office who knows how to do anything. And of course she has seniority so saying anything about this behavior to the boss is out of the question. FML.
Dear Coworker,
You are not the only one that can handle things in this office. Please sit down, catch your breath, and accept that the situation has been handled (yes, without you here. Remarkably, the rest of us are competent and don’t tend to wind people up the way you do with your complete lack of chill!)
In Perpetual Irritation
Pagan
Dear Coworker,
You were off last Friday. You were off on Monday. You’re off again tomorrow. I started off the week having to do your job and I’m going to have to finish the week doing the same damn thing. Do you think you might want to sit down at your damn desk and do your job today instead of standing around talking to second boss and probably irritating the shit out of her with your frankly classist, racist, misogynist, ableist, Republican viewpoint?
No?
That’s…. kind of what I expected really. I’ll just sit here and quietly run the office, shall I?
Pagan the Supremely Irritated
Like ok, I could maybe move out if I wanted to be constantly completely broke and living off spaghettios and ramen and killing myself in the process because I need a specific diet to not get diabetes. Likewise, I could let my mother live alone with her bad knee and her 12 hour days and her paycheck that doesn’t really cover all her expenses like car insurance. It’s all she can do right now to pay her half of the property taxes every year, but whatever, right? It’s totally ok if I let her lose her house because of some stupid societal expectation that I should move out. Yeah. Absolutely. I mean, it’s not like I’ve helped pay for a new oven, two new air conditioners, a new water heater, and assorted other expenses over the past few years. It’s not like I’ve let her borrow my car when she needs it, or arranged the only family vacation we’ve ever gotten to go on because I had a little extra money for some fun. I haven’t bought her Ren Faire tickets so that we could go together or paid for breakfast out every other weekend for the past two years. Oh yeah. I have, because she couldn’t. But I’m totally a leech for living there and not finding a shitty apartment to live in. Yeah.
Meg's Mumbles 