This is truly a childish, venting post. I’ve tried to cease any passive aggressive behavior in my life (at least behavior that comes from me), but given that I am at work, I don’t think there’s any way to voice my frustrations without sounding like a true asshole and getting sent to HR. So here I am. Isn’t that what blogs are for anyway?
A few months ago I got a new office neighbor. From day one, I did not like her. I’ve gone with my instincts on this, and without being too self-fulfilling, I maintain my original stance that she’s kind of a jerk.
She is not part of my department, and was supposed to be in an office on the other side of the building. Apparently, it was not good enough for her, and she made a stink until they moved her some place better. She spent a long time working at Disney before coming here and – full disclosure – having worked at Disney myself for a brief period of time, I really don’t like those people. They are very “corporate” considering that they work at a studio, and there is a certain level of business snobbery from them that I’ve never encountered before in my life – and I used to work at Harvard! Below is a my list of grievances with this lady, in no particular order:
* The whole office thing that brought her into my world in the first place.
* She is on the phone ALL the time and the walls here are paper thin, so I hear her voice all day long. Most of her calls seem to be personal (not trying to eavesdrop, but again, thin walls, not my fault).
* To the point above, she is a Bluetooth Person. You know, the people that always have a Bluetooth device in their ear, even if they’re not talking on it. And, when they are talking on it, they talk at full volume, as though the person they’re on the phone with is right in front of them. I caught her doing this one morning in the breakfast line (as an aside, most of us hate people who are on the phone in the food line, since they slow down the entire process). The guy behind her was clearly not impressed. The sight of it annoyed me, but I can’t say I was surprised to discover that she is “that” person. Up in her office a few minutes later, I heard her part of the phone conversation, which involved her telling her conversation partner everything she had just picked up in the food line, in detail, while she ate. Two things I can’t stand: 1) people who need to constantly be on the phone and tell others the inane details of their day; and 2) people who eat while on the phone. Gross.
* Having worked here about 6 years, I’m in my (at least) 9th office. They move us around a lot. As a result, you become friendly with the man from Facilities who is in charge of the movers on moving day. Our guy is Manny, who is one of my favorite people. He moves peoples’ personal stuff as a side business, so I hired him when I moved into my current apartment. Since that time, he has treated me like a member of his family. He is sweet and hard working and an all-around lovely man. So, when I hear people talk to him like he’s their man servant, I get pissed off on his behalf. As my new neighbor was getting settled into her new digs, I heard her being difficult with Manny as he hung her paintings and other wall stuff. I might help Manny mount a rebellion against all the people who are ungrateful towards him. She’s at the top of the list.
* I tried to give her a shot during her first or second week here by walking into her office and introducing myself and explaining what my job is. She looked at me like I had just walked into her office and farted. A few days later, she introduced herself to me. Now, I’ve mentioned before, I usually go out of my way to be nice to people, even if they don’t deserve it. But, my patience was already gone with her, so I returned her disdainful look of a few days previous and replied with, “I know, we’ve already met.” I think she felt stupid after that, which made me feel a little better.
* This is the most egregious offense of all – she is an INCESSANT throat-clearer. All. Day. Long. It drives me mad. I’m not sure what to do about it. Maybe she has some genetic mucus issue. Maybe it’s a nervous tic. Either way, it seems like it fits into that category of “physical things about someone that you can’t complain about in the work place.”
So, there it is. The most immature outburst I’ve had in a while. Now the question becomes, will this suffice in venting my frustrations and will I feel better towards her? Or did I just fuel my own fire and now I will like her even less? Time will tell. In the mean time, I’ll try to avoid childish pranks and outright hostility.