Coworker, it is none of your business!

I quickly jerked my arm back, gave her an exaggerated “I’m shocked you just did that!” look and exclaimed loudly, “Excuse me!”

Fortunately, she didn’t get it close enough to her face to read it. The print is pretty little, plus I have other conditions, so she would have had to stare close and long to be able to pick up what was there. But the very things you mention are the very reasons why I keep this a secret.

Actually, I can have cake. Not all diabetics are on restricted diets. I am on intensive therapy which means I can have what I want when I want - I just have to first take a shot if it’s likely to raise my blood sugar by more than 20 or 30 points. And, I love cake - a properly made cake, not one with all that plastic-tasting goo that they call frosting these days. But that’s not the point, the point is I don’t wish to participate.

And, even if I didn’t like or couldn’t have cake, that’s not any of her business. “No thank you” was sufficient, and if she can’t see it as that, she’s the one with the problem, not society.

Furthermore, I would say all this fake, foisted-upon-us, forced intimacy when it is entirely inappropriate is more a harbinger of the downfall of our society, but that’s another post.

Gah! Nosy co-workers! So much territory for a rant!

The endless party-go-round - I worked in an office where there was an unspoken minimum contribution of $10 to the parties for engagements, marriages, births, deaths, birthdays, graduations, and so on. There were 40 people in this office, all old/young enough to reproduce. When the “voluntary” contribution reached $50 in one week I said “no more”.

“But you want people to contribute to your party, don’t you?”

Well, let’s see - I came into this job already married (that eliminates two possibilities), I’ve been married 12 years without offspring, so maybe the reproduction events are also not happening, I already have a college degree, so the grad party’s out – unless you folks are giving me a real blow-out of b-day party looks to me like I’m seriously getting the short end of the stick. It’s extortion, and those of us on the bottom end of the salary curve started a boycott. It was just getting out of hand.

Restricted diets - anyone who says "it won’t hurt you, it’s just a little bit… should be subjected to a wasp sting, which won’t hurt since “it’s just a little bit”. I have food allergies. I eat nothing without knowing what’s in it. ESPECIALLY if it’s home-made (I once wound up in an ER because someone forgot to mention one ingredient in homemade stew. In that case, I think it was an honest mistake). The “Go ahead - just try it!” doesn’t cut it. I don’t care if you think I’m a party-pooper or an asshole. You really want to stop a party, you should see what happens when you need to call 911.

And “just tell me what you’re allergic to” doesn’t cut it. Sure, I can say I’m allergic to tomatoes, but unless you’re used to thinking in terms of food allergies it might not occur to you that ketchup is made from tomatoes, that nearly all commercially made beef soup stock contains tomatoes, and so forth.

Other nosiness - I have a co-worker who’s boyfriend of 25 years won’t marry her, who cheats on her (but I guess he thinks it’s OK because they aren’t married). She is convinced every man cheats. One day, when saying how my husband did something nice for me for no reason, she starts in on this. You know, honey, my sex life is NONE of your business, I’m NOT in denial (you are, for letting an asshole use you for two and a half decades) and FUCK OFF.

Last summer I took a couple days off work because my husband was ill. Yes, he’s in 40’s. No, he’s not on Viagra, jokes of that nature are seldome funny. His prostate is none of your concern. No, it’s none of your damn business. I must say, my immediate co-workers were all cool, it was from outside the department I got this. (Actually, I did discuss this with a co-worker who is an MD - but she can also be trusted with confidential info). My boss is extremely cool about this and, while she would inquire as to whether he was feeling better never asked for details.

You’re my co-worker, not my friend. It would be nice if we become friends, and I certianly am not saying we should treat each other uncivilly, but I’m not here for the parties, I’m here for the paycheck. If there wasn’t one, I wouldn’t be here.

Again, I hope we do get along, and it would be great if eventually we do become friends. But we’re not there yet.

I worked for three years in a lab where I was the only native speaker of English, and there was virtually no interaction inside the lab, let alone socially. It blew big hairy balls, and I’d much rather have nosy coworkers than ones who can’t be bothered to say hello in the morning. You just have to be firm in setting boundaries.

You know, it would have been a dreadful shame if, by yanking on your bracelet, she accidentally caused your elbow to pop up and hit her with great force right in the fucking nose.

This has nothing to do with coworkers, but it reminded me of something that happened to me. One time at lunch, I mentioned offhand that while both of my parents had brown hair and brown eyes, while I obviously had blonde hair and blue eyes. One of my classmates (Jodi, I never liked the bitch anyway) told me that this was proof-positive that I was adopted. Nevermind the numerous baby pictures, or the fact that I resemble both my parents.

This was only in fifth grade, back before we learned about dominant and recessive genes in school. Actually, my mom, who’s a nurse, explained that to me, but I didn’t think Jodi’s mind would be able to grasp such a concept. And my hair has darkened with time.

I would have said, “No, just give me the $390.00 and leave me the fuck alone!:smiley:

Esprix

wow. I’m young (24) and pretty new to the office environment and apparently not as jaded as most. I really don’t see the big deal about the office party stuff. As long as they’re not demanding money, as I feel that is pretty intrusive, what’s the big deal about spending 20 minutes with your co-workers in a social setting? Are all of your co-workers THAT horrible? If so, maybe you should look for a new place to work without all of those evil people surrounding you. To me, a work envirornment where no one is allowed to talk about ANYTHING not work related and is not allowed to be happy and celebrate people’s special occasions sounds like a rather dreary and dismal place to work.

I’m vegan, and I understand the cake thing, when I’m offered, I just politly decline. It may take a few times but I don’t get horribly offended. People are just trying to be nice. My co-workers bought be a cake on my birthday (they forgot about the vegan thing) and I was touched. I was glad they got to enjoy it. Sure it was from a store, so what? It’s the thought that counts people. I was just happy people took the time and effort to do something for my birthday.

Cynic: those people were trying to do something NICE for you by getting you a sugar-free cake and then pretending to enjoy it. It’s nice they remembered. I don’t see what’s so horrible about it.

You all sound like a bunch of jaded grouches to me. :wink: Lighten’ up. :smiley:

Offering once is nice. Offering multiple times, especially in a tone that implies there is something wrong with you for rejecting whatever it is, is rude. When someone says they don’t want cake, just accept it and move on; there’s no need to hassle them for five minutes about why they don’t want the cake, or whether they might want some cake later, or are they SURE they don’t want the cake, etc.

Call me jaded if you must, but this has happened to me enough times in office settings for me to believe that it must be the norm, rather than an occasional aberration. I shouldn’t have to tell people that I have dietary restrictions before they shut up and stop demanding that I eat the cookies in the break room, or whatever.

Either that, or you lucked out and found a really good office environment.

Well, in some offices they DO demand money. And while 20 minutes is not excessive, sometimes it’s a lot more than 20 minutes.

I once worked in a place where the Bible-thumpers didn’t leave tracts on your desk - they left entire Bibles. On multiple occassions I’d be reading a book while eating my lunch and someone would yank the novel out of my hands and thrust a Bible at me. Yeah, a little intrusive. Complete silence would have been preferable.

There’s a difference between offering, then politely accepting a refusal and those who get offended because of the dietary restrictions of others. Backing me into a corner, telling me I’m being rude and insulting because I won’t try X or have “just a taste” of Y is NOT “trying to be nice”. It’s trying to be controlling.

I have no problem with the rest of the office ordering pizza to celebrate even though I can’t eat pizza. It’s when someone else gets their panties in a twist because I won’t “join in” that I have a problem. Or accuse me of “trying to get attention” because I won’t eat things that make me sick.

I would unceremoniously just dump it in the trash can next to my desk and continue with whatever else I was doing. At the same time, I’d say “Can’t talk now. Busy.”

Perhaps a right or left cross to the offendor? Heck, I’m willing to bet that walking up to somone and yanking something out of their hands/off their person can be considered an attack.

Whoa! I WHOLEHEARTEDLY agree!!!

When I am offered something that I don’t want, I say that I don’t want it! But that is rarely enough.

“Why?” I am asked… “Just a little!” I’m told… “Just try it!” I am advised…

MAN that pisses me off!!!

It is NONE of your business WHY I don’t want what you have offered! I DON’T want it! PISS OFF!!!

When you offer me something, and I decline, STOP OFFERING! TRUST ME TO KNOW WHAT I LIKE AND DISLIKE, WHAT I WILL EAT AND NOT EAT, WHAT WILL MAKE ME VOMIT AND WHAT WON’T MAKE ME VOMIT!!!

Aanecdote: I went with Astrogirl and several of her friends to a pizza place… I was asked what kind of topping I liked. “Anything,” I answered, “as long as it doesn’t involve seafood.” I CANNOT stomache seafood (for the most part).

Well, the order turned out to be a cheese pizza with salmon and roe on it! GODAMMIT! That’s what I JUST said I DIDN’T want!

Of course, I was in the wrong…:rolleyes:

I’m diabetic, and I save my sugar eating for very special/rare occasions. The other day someone brought in cupcakes (for Easter, I assume, judging by the pastel frosting) and when I said “no thank you”, the girl held one up and said “they’re reeeeealy gooooood!”. I said “Well, I’m sure they’re wonderful, but since I’m diabetic, I won’t be indulging. Thanks for the multiple offers, though” and went back to work. She felt bad for getting in my face about it, even though she meant well. I didn’t mean for her to feel bad, just to get the point that no means no, the first time it’s said.

Zette

(PS- can I Just tack on a secondary rant about the guy sitting next to me in the library right now who is loudly talking to himself while using the Internet? Dude- shut the fuck UP already!!)

I totally understand where everyone is coming from with the multiple offering of food. I deal with that as well and it annoys the hell out of me. It seemed to me though, that the OP was getting her panties in a twist before anything that would be considered TRULY annoying happened. Grabbing her arm was rude yes, but asking when her birthday was? Comon’. It’s not like the first thing she asked was “so when did you lose your virginity?” or anything like that. That was how she was reacting. A birthday really isn’t considered classified information amongst most people. Being new in the office and declining her first invite to an office party then giving an icy stare when asked if she was sure? Overreact much? I think a nice “i’m sure, thank you” with a smile would have sufficed. IMHO.

I agree with Lezlers about the birthday thing. Asking someone when their birthday is is no big deal. I find it bizarre how the OP seems to think it is ultra-sensitive personal information and revealing it is like a major desecration. I might be an odd person, but I thought that was wierd.

My birthday is July 19. There! I just revealed it to a bunch of complete strangers and I don’t care!!!

If someone is offended by being asked when their birthday is, they really should spend the rest of their life in their bedroom and never get out of bed again. Can’t be offended there! :rolleyes:

It’s been my experience that the designated party planner at the office is usually a lazy ass who does little else to justify their salary. “I can’t help you right now, I have to order the cheese cake for Anita’s baby shower.” Then they get all indignant at those of us “party poopers” who have the gall to want to work in the work place during one of their lame events.

I’m on salary. Every minute I spend at a work party is another minute that I have to spend at work and away from my wife, dog and real friends (some of whom are co-workers). I have a very strict no-show policy on work parties.

Haj

infectious, the sin is not in the asking of the birthdate, but in the persistance, to continue to ask, when it was quite clear that the OP’er did not wish to share that information. That, IMHO, is true rudeness.

But why is my birthday any business of a co-worker? These people are not my friends!! Certainly not on the first day!!

This year, I started teaching in a new school. A new teacher was assigned to have a desk in my classroom because she was “floating” and would not get the luxury of her own room. After WEEKS of knowing her, I politely asked how old she was. (She had said she and her bf had been together for six years, which piqued my curiosity). She said she didn’t want to say. I teased her about it, but I understood. She eventually told me when she was more comfortable with me. It was none of my business until she WANTED IT TO BE MY BUSINESS. Now she and I are bosom buddies.

No means no. That’s the issue.

And the money issue? I’m not married, I have no children, and I’m through graduating for a while. Did I get a single gift when I DID graduate for the second time? Hell no because I didn’t ask for anything. I’m sick and fucking tired of buying wedding, baby, and various other presents for people I barely know. And “don’t give if you don’t want to”??? That doesn’t work! Suddenly, you’re the meanie in the office because you don’t want to be part of the “Sunshine Club” or whatever other ridiculous name they’ve given the group of busybodies in the place.

I’m all for forming lasting relationships with people at work, but if I want to buy them a gift, I will. I don’t need someone to do it for me.

How do you “politely” ask how old someone is?
Unless they have just said, "At my age, I … ",
or something like that,
I can’t imagine a situation in which it would be polite to ask an adult’s age.

For a very short time in my life- just recently, too- I worked for a real “company”. Aside from that, I’ve freelanced for 20 years.

Orientation, Photo ID’s, the whole schmeg. However, this place only HAD about 200 employees and it was a 24 hour Ambulance operation.

People knew WAYYYYY too much about each other’s lives. It is the nature of the job, you are with ONE other person for 12 hours, things get talked about, etc. I would give them the standard crap about my camera career, how much I loved EMT work…and that was about it. I didnt’ WANT to know how much they loved having sex with the gal from the overnight shift, or how many times they’ve driven the Shift Supervisor home drunk as a skunk.

The issue of forced intimacy and revelations of personal info cuts- as one poster here has intimated already- to a more pervasive problem. This is a work environment. This is NOT the local Great Books club, Rotary, Lions, Mah Jongg, Synogogue Sisterhood or Church Fellowship Committee. This is work. We are here to WORK. We got hired to work, not to surf the Net looking for great gifts for the guy nine cubes down, or donate endless ten dollar bills to yet another birthday gift.

I like socializing, I do it incessantly. When I’m at work, or when I USED TO BE at work on a shoot, there was MORE than ample time to b.s. and still get the prep work done. But when it was time to shoot, god help the nitwit who wanted to stand around and b.s.

When did it become fashionable to force others to divulge info about themselves JUST so strangers could conspire to “give you a party”?

It’s work. WORK. You are friends with Bobby Sue, you hear it’s her birthday and wanna organize something AFTER HOURS and OFF campus, and people can come or not, and bring a gift or not, as befits their personal style, that’s just dandy.

Don’t give me crap for NOT going. At some point, it became a matter of personal insult if you politely say, " No thank you" to someone.

Why is that???

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