Archive for October, 2011

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.


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Today in the News

I have a really boring project at work that I should be focusing on, so naturally I’ve been spending an inordinate amount of time on the internet. If anyone here is tracking such things, I will surely be fired.

All of this internet surfing has led to some great discoveries, such as happyplace.com, which might be the most brilliant collection of ridiculousness ever gathered in one spot.

I’m also really up on my news and current events. Today was a bummer of a day in the news. Giulana Rancic was diagnosed with breast cancer. I do not know her, so I have no idea why this has been so upsetting to me.  To top it off,  some two-year old girl in China was run over by a car, then a second car. Not only did neither of the drivers of the cars even stop, at least 18 people walked by and ignored this little girl in the street.

Three people in Pennsylvania were found to have four mentally disabled adults chained up in their basement. Authorities think the alleged kidnappers did it for the victims’ social security money.

When a day of news is as depressing as today was, I cling to the hopeful fluff stories. This one really got me, not least of all because this guy could be the Indian, marathon-running version of my grandfather, with his “always be happy” mantra.

It might be the equivalent of sticking my head in the sand, but this last story is what I will try to remember about today.  My grandfather and the Indian guy would want it that way.

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Personal Space

I have a huge issue with people invading my personal space. This may be a result of having grown up in a place with an adequate public transport system and subsequently taking public transportation to and from work every day for six years.  In my opinion, if there is an entire row of available seats on the train/bus or whatever it is you’re riding, there’s absolutely no reason on the planet for someone to sit directly next to you. In fact, it’s so uncalled for, that it’s automatically creepy. If someone ever did this with the intention of talking to me, then that would be the worst pseudo-reason of all.  My reaction would be a typical Bostonian one, which would be to look at the person as though they were retarded, until they felt really stupid, and then go back to what I was doing (usually either reading or trying to nap).

Even though now my main method of transportation is to drive myself around in my car, the personal space thing is still a big deal to me in two main areas: the gym and public restrooms.

First, the gym. There are actually two infractions that occur here. Number one: if I’m on a treadmill in the row of treadmills, and the majority of them are empty, please do not get on the treadmill directly next to me.  There is truly no need for it. Number two: the cleaning people need to settle down.  There are two at my gym, and I feel a little bad disparaging of them. They work very hard and are at the gym when I get there at 6:30 in the morning, already very busy wiping down all of the cardio equipment.  My problem is with one guy in particular, who will wipe down the piece of equipment that you are currently using.  I’m sure he’s trying to be unobtrusive, but I’ve almost yelled at him a few times because, when I’m in my groove, it is very disconcerting to me to all of a sudden have a man at my feet. My balance is awful, and more than once the surprise of it all has almost caused me to bite it on the treadmill (incidentally, I’ve fallen off a treadmill before, and there is absolutely nothing graceful about it…and it hurts a lot).  I’ve contemplated complaining about it, but he seems like a nice man who’s just trying to do his job, so I don’t want to get him in trouble.

My second personal space issue is in public restrooms. When you are in a restroom that has a row of stalls, and almost all of the stalls are unoccupied, I feel like it’s rude and weird to go into the stall immediately next to one that is occupied.  Especially if there is pooping involved.  Now, admittedly, I tend to be a bit more on the anal retentive side of the public restroom thing, but this just seems like a no-brainer and common courtesy. I acknowledge, that yes, everyone has to go, and it’s a bathroom, which is the most preferable choice of location to relieve oneself.  But still, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with having a little modesty about the situation and tending to your business as far away from other people as possible.

As with many of my quirks, I accept that this train of thought is likely unique to me, so I try to get over myself.  Otherwise I may turn into the lunatic who yells at people in a public restroom or a neighboring treadmill, or at the poor guy who is just trying to get his job done before the sun is even up.  However, if you agree with any of this, it would make me feel like less of a crazy jerk to know that I’m not alone.

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