That she annoys the ever-loving shit out of me; that she's among the most intellectually vacuous people I've ever met; that I don't care to hear about how the guys she dates are beneath her absurd and undeserved standards; that her fake laugh sounds like a zoo monkey being chainsawed in half; that I can hear the shitty techno through her dollar store headphones and yes, it sucks; that it's ridiculous to be disappointed that she can't take a three week vacation four months after being hired even if she mentioned she might go to Europe in the summer during her interview; that I don't watch to hear her complain about having to do hard work; that I won't pat her on the back for doing the ordinary; and that she sucks?
Yes, she is.
I did just have this fun interraction:
Me: Hey, I've got a customer who's got a bunch of questions that would better be handled by the developer team... can you take a look at this ticket?
Her: Just send them the link to our developer page
Me: it's not answering their questions
Her: you should be able to find the answers by sear...
Me (turning to other developer on our team): How about you, Sohaib? Do you feel like being helpful?
She did one of those "Awwww, that's such a mean joke!" things, but I wasn't really joking.
I did this years ago and forgot about it. months later the person I did it too was rummaging through her cube because something smelled like sweat.
she couldn't find it for the life of her.
then she called over a fat, gigantically fat, co-worker (she was very pale and one year got badly sunburned so we called her hey-koolaid) got down on her hands and knees and was like a bloodhound and she found it almost instantly it had turned to maggots and the grease almost ate through the formica or whatever the cube was made out of.
I was surprised it took so long, and it was glorious.
the person who worked in that cube knew that whoever did it hated them.
Can't be hot if she has absurd and undeserved standards.
I like the participation trophy suggestion.
She speaks to me... constantly! Usually she mumbles something into the plexiglass that separates our partitions while I'm busy working, and I don't even know for certain she's talking to me, and then she repeats herself with that, "What, are you deaf?" tone entitled people get when they're surprised you're not attuned to every word they speak 24/7.
All fucking year, I've had to listen to this guy brag about the Warriors. So now, I've been blasting shitty techno, and he never seems to stop.
But HR will.
That wouldn't bode well for me. She was convinced that another recent hire was constantly staring at her whenever she'd leave or enter the room and was ready to complain until I managed to convince her that he's just an oddly alert guy who tends to be alerted by everyone who does that.
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And she will want to stop interacting with you
That wouldn't bode well for me. She was convinced that another recent hire was constantly staring at her whenever she'd leave or enter the room and was ready to complain until I managed to convince her that he's just an oddly alert guy who tends to be alerted by everyone who does that.
Welp, it's your fault then, Bucky. You should have never had that much interaction with her to begin with.
Now you're stuck and she thinks you're her friend.
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And she will want to stop interacting with you
That wouldn't bode well for me. She was convinced that another recent hire was constantly staring at her whenever she'd leave or enter the room and was ready to complain until I managed to convince her that he's just an oddly alert guy who tends to be alerted by everyone who does that.
Welp, it's your fault then, Bucky. You should have never had that much interaction with her to begin with.
Now you're stuck and she thinks you're her friend.
I know... I dug my own grave by being nice to her when she was hired (only three weeks after I was), and now I need to figure out how to climb out of it tactfully.
I did this years ago and forgot about it. months later the person I did it too was rummaging through her cube because something smelled like sweat.
she couldn't find it for the life of her.
then she called over a fat, gigantically fat, co-worker (she was very pale and one year got badly sunburned so we called her hey-koolaid) got down on her hands and knees and was like a bloodhound and she found it almost instantly it had turned to maggots and the grease almost ate through the formica or whatever the cube was made out of.
I was surprised it took so long, and it was glorious.
the person who worked in that cube knew that whoever did it hated them.
Lmao@ like a blood hound
That was my first reaction as well.
I've never really had to blatantly tell someone I don't like them and that I don't want them to talk to me, especially someone I have to work with.
I've never really had to blatantly tell someone I don't like them and that I don't want them to talk to me, especially someone I have to work with.
Did you see the other thread about working from home ?
Millennial + female = one freaking bad combination of a coworker.
Highly recommended.
Report to HR that your co-worker is creating a hostile working environment. Document your issues in factual, non-emotive terms, supported by as much objective data as possible (for example, hours spent on personal calls or with music playing audibly). HR will deal with it. That's their job, not yours.
If that doesn't work, BHITB.
there are at least 3
I think it may just be your eyesight.