I want a crazy bonnet…
Back to the OP. If you didn’t do anything to offend her and the other folks in the office love you, there is no reason for her not to like you, except perhaps she just doesn’t like the cut of your jib.
The only other thing I can think of is that she’s a robot sent from the future to kill the hope for all humanity (Eve), but instead of killing you with giant guns, she plans to kill you with passive-agressive bitchery.
Yeah, I’ve got something of the same thing going on at church. Lady with the same first name as me, which is unusual, and we used to be in choir together. I can’t be in regular choir anymore because of my work schedule, but I started up a children’s choir, which the little tykes really enjoy.
Except, somewhere in there, she decided to start acting as though she held me in utter contempt. I even emailed her to say “have I done something to offend you? Please let me know so I can make it right.” No response. Nothing. Except more derisive stares before services begin.
What I’d like to tell her now is something along the lines of “ya know, bitch, I had enough of that bubble-headed nonsense when I was in sixth grade. Grab your tits and get over yourself, because the rest of us aren’t impressed.”
I’ve decided to chalk it up to her being mentally imbalanced. Or, as a colleague once put it when discussing a student who was insane in a very bad way, “Oh, honey, she crazy.”
I had a situation years ago, working on a major fixed income trading system. I was the third of twenty contractors hired for the project, and the guy who proved to be my nemesis was number two. Everything was fine until one fairly innocuous question from me. At least, I thought it was fairly innocuous. I merely asked why he had put his Professional Engineer qualification on a document that he had written. I mean, certainly he was entitled to it, but he’d earned it as a petrochemical engineer in the oil industry, long before he’d written a single line of computer code. The only time I’ve ever bothered with anything like that was in publishing papers and articles – never for an internally circulated specification document. The friction was instant, and continued for months. In the end, he managed to get me fired (which was pretty traumatic for me at the time as my first experience with being let go). Karmic lightning struck a month later when he was dumped, and the company paid me to come back and identify what could be salvaged from what he’d left behind.
Eve, have you considered that perhaps something that she bought during one of your shopping trips proved to make her ass look big, and now she blames you for it?
You unmerciful tease.
I’d go with “methinks thou doth protest too much.” Hey, I know it’s a cliche that those who appear most homophobic are latently homosexual, but it’s a cliche for a reason. I’m just sayin’, is all.
Umm, I meant this seriously. No, really.
I had the same problem with a co-worker, but she went weird on everyone she’d previously befriended. I believe now that she’s a nutcase. She’s got hang ups that manifest themselves in her hugging the wall when you pass her in a very wide corridor. What. EVAH. It’s certainly baffling when they simply won’t even let you know what the problem is.
Yes, but the condiments aren’t.
Maybe you’ve got cooties.
Yes, I’ve had this happen a few times, most recently at a hospital I transferred to. This woman is a supervisor and she made my time working there a living hell. SUCH a bitch. Immature, talking about me behind my back, intentionally leaving me out of company events- very passive aggressive bullshit. I chalked it up to her being completely and totally batshit insane (which she honestly is). Never was I happier then the day I walked out of there after having worked there for 3 years (she tried absolutely everything to get me to leave) and getting transferred to a better site.
I’ve had three. They’re all complete mysteries to me.
The first was a supervisor when I was in the medical secretary temp pool when I first started at my job seven years ago. I’d be sent out to various departments to cover leaves of absences and open positions. This office was the office I was trained in. During my four-week training period, the supervisor LOVED me, perfect performance review, and I got along great with the other secretaries. After my training period was finished, my first temp assignment was in that office covering a desk whose owner was out on medical leave. Assignments were limited to three months, and my performance review for that assignment was perfect. Then I was sent to another department for another three months. After that, I got sent back to the first department, covering the same desk, which was now an open position. Near the end of my assignment, which is also when they were finally starting interviewing candidates for the position, despite a total of nine months experience in that department and doing a fabulous job, suddenly she hated me, and when I applied for the job I’d been doing (and doing well) for all that time, I didn’t even get an interview.
A year later, in a new position in a different department, my supervisor turned out to be the lady who worked at that desk before I temped there. She had the exact same thing happen to her with this supervisor. So, my theory is, batshit crazy.
The second and third were both women who inexplicably ignored any of my greetings or friendly gestures for the entire time we worked together. One of them, Cassandra, sat next to me for a year, and she never once spoke a single word to me. No idea why. She quit and moved to Iowa eventually.
A few years later, I’m getting married, and I invite a whole bunch of my old coworkers. At the reception, said coworkers left after dinner for a while to get some drinks at the bar, then came back after the party started to pick up a bit. They had another person with them, and for a couple hours, I’d look at her and think, “who IS that? She looks so familiar…” Finally, it hit me. Fucking Cassandra was at my wedding reception, guzzling down the free beer, and STILL NOT TALKING TO ME. Seriously, she didn’t even come up and say “hi, congrats, thanks for the beer.” What a bizarre person.
The fava beans and Chianti don’t just pay for themselves, you know.
Okay, you get that weird, I’m likely to start having fun with you at your expense. I suspect I’d take something like that as a personal challenge, to see what I could do before she’d have to say something to me.
Well, YEAH! That’s a given. But she should have received her shots like the rest of the co-workers. It’s the only safe way to work with me!
I worked at a little library in college, that was mainly used by classics grad students. One of them took a job there because he knew greek and they needed translators. The jobs there were broken up into pay levels depended on what you did, with level 1 shelving books and level 4 translating foriegn languages. He came in at level 4, and at the time I was at level 3. Up until this point we were friendly.
Once he got hired he became a total dick to me. He thought that since 4 is higher than 3, he was my boss. He try to tell me what to do when I already had a list of stuff. He would bad mouth to my real boss, and to all the other workers. My coworkers were smart enough to blow him off, but my boss listened to him. He had them convinced all I did play games, never did any work, etc. I confronted him about it at work one night and he blew up, called me all kinds of names, tried to tell me I was fired etc. I had a long talk with my boss the next day, and then he had a long talk with this guy. He backed off the work stuff, but continued to talk about me behind my back the entire time I was there.
Some people are just nuts. They get an idea in their head and wont let it go no matter what.
Musta been messy.
I was just given a new assignment which will affect The Powerful Katrinka (she’ll have to send out for Photoshopping the images I’ll be scanning, then send them back to me for databasing). I went chirpily up to her and nicely explained the job, smiling and processional and all, and you shoulda seen the puss on her! Like I was Michael Richards at an NAACP fundraiser!
Glad to hear I’m not the only one who has to muddle through these bizarre Insta-Hates.
Eve, I just wanted to thank you for you Toonerville Trolley reference. “Powerful Katrina” - snrk!
stoopid non-working fingers!
Dudette, she’s threatened. Seriously. Nothing can be done. Just know that you rock and try to ignore it. Er, her. But she’s an It, really.