Stupid CoWorkers

“There’s this person, whom I’ll call X. X is bubbly, has no discipline, self-respect, or respect for our (hers or mine) superiors. Except, of course, when she’s busy ass-kissing. Anyway. So we’re (we = about 20 people) all watching a movie when X’s boyfriend, for like the 10th time, turns around in his chair and makes kissy noises at me. How dumb is that. So anyway, because of his position his chair is on two legs. Whoops..I kick the chair out from under him. He lands on X. X gets pissed at me, apparently not recognising (although I guess her bias is understandable) that her boyfriend is just as much a rambunctious schmuck as I. She proceeds to go nuclear and gets in my face, I mean like four inches distance. Then she starts with the finger stabbing. I don’t feel like getting smacked today so I grab her arms by the wrists and keep them at her sides, at which point she almost breaks into tears and announces I’ve broken her wrist. Then she leaves. Comes back with a nonstandard can of Coke (pre-shaken) and explodes it all over me.

The sum of X’s boyfriend’s reaction was “Dude, you hurt her, not cool.” – and then he went back to the movie.

What makes it worse? I am surrounded by Xs to varying degrees. There are four non-Xs out of the 20-40 people I work with here (# varies because of different taskings and timinngs). And there is only one non-X whose mind is completely stable.”

Stupid CoWorkers

“So, I started a new job several months ago. I was happy with the move and thought I had finally found a place where incompetent and neurotic people were gone. Unfortunately not so.

Turns out my boss is an idiot. Sure, he knows a small portion of the overall scheme of our little department, but has absolutely no idea what my part is. (and I do have one, mind you!)

We had some mishaps several weeks back that caused some discomfort. And since he refused to say anything, I did a little snooping to find out how much trouble I might be in. Well, it appears that my boss has been emailing some of my old colleages to find out exactly what my role in the department should be. He even asked one of my former co-workers for a description of my job.

Now granted, I shouldn’t have been snooping, but then if he had a problem with how I was performing my job, it would have been nice if he had discussed it with me first before telling everyone that I suck. Meanwhile, he doesn’t even know enough to know what my job description is! He had to ask other people! And this person is in charge of me! I’ve been working in the same industry for 8 years, so a little credit would have been nice.”

Stupid CoWorkers

“We have someone in our office (I’ll call her Ellie) who’ll do just about anything to get out of work, regardless of how morally deficient it might be.

Professionally, Ellie’s been called into The Bosses’ office for just about every charge you can imagine: poor time-keeping, extra long lunches, leaving early without completing the hours required of her, poor performance, excessive sick leave, etc. She won’t come into work if she a) is hung-over, b) has overslept or c) just can’t be bothered, and phones in with various lame excuses. We work in a lenient and laid back office, so to be called in by our mild mannered director takes quite some doing. Ellie was outraged by her poor appraisal this year and claimed that every bad mark against her was ‘someone else’s fault’. Naturally!

Ellie sunk to an all-time low in work-avoidance in July. Her friend (let’s call her Franny) called Ellie in a state of distress because a male friend of Franny’s had been reported missing after the London tube bombings. It turned out that the poor man had actually been killed in one of the explosions. As soon as Ellie found this out, she turned on the “tears-&-quivering-lip” act and raced into our director’s office to explain that “a friend” of hers had perished in the attack and she needed the afternoon off. When asked by a colleague how well she knew the bomb victim, Ellie looked really panicky for a split-second and suddenly burst into floods of tears and ran out of the office (a great way to avoid answering those pesky tricky questions).

A few minutes after Ellie had done a runner, the same person asked another colleague how well Ellie knew the victim. Ellie happened to be returning from her sob session at that precise moment (literally RIGHT past the person who was asking the question) and totally ignored the question. Anybody else would’ve been very indignant about having their integrity questioned but, oddly, not Ellie. She chose to avoid answernig any questions about her relationship with her friend’s friend. A day or two later, another colleague made a callous joke about terrorists and Ellie blew up, chastising him for his insensitivity. About a week later (and in front of our entire office, for maximum effect) she sobbed inconsolably as a 2-minute silence was held for the bomb victims. However she was in the pub two hours later, cracking jokes about the bomb with a pint in her hand. As it turns out, she’d never met or spoken to the bomb victim in her entire life and used his death as an excuse to get out of work.

Life’s sweet when you’re a grifter…

When challenged by the bosses about how she blatantly spends all day surfing the internet and emailing her buddies, Ellie hotly denies it and has openly stated that if she’s ever accused by the company of poor performance in ANY respect, she won’t hesitate in claiming sexual discrimination because she happens to be gay. The truth is, she’s not once experienced problems from anyone here because of her sexuality.

Unbelievable.”

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Stupid CoWorkers

“I currently temp for a law firm while trying to find a “real” job (since I sworn in as an attorney a few weeks ago). Since there was no more room at the firm, they’ve rented a one bedroom apartment for our portion of the office. Kinda weird, but eh.

So when I started this job there were a total of 6 of us. 3 rapidly quit (the job is henious and pays nothing). One spent his days – not kidding – SLEEPING IN THE BATHTUB AT WORK. For about two hours. When there is only one bathroom and the other two temps are banging on the door begging him to get out so they can use it.

Surprisingly (NOT), he was fired a few weeks later for failing the bar exam. Ah, well. Then the supervisor had the gall to ask the two of us left why we hadn’t told him sooner that 1) the guy was an idiot 2) who slept in bathrooms at work and 3) tended to steal office supplies. So that was fun.

Then they hired 6 more people and gave the other temp and I a “promotion.” We got to do extra work – training and supervising the new people – with no extra pay!!! And the best thing was that while we had no say in who they were, we got to see both their resumes and their rates. Well, gee whiz. The new folks were making over twice what we made. We asked for a raise – I quit, but I need the money. In the end we both got raises. The problem? My co-worker got $5 less an hour after the raise than I did, and I’m still paid less then the people I supervise!

We keep talking about our desperate need to quit. Maybe someday soon…”