I Am Starting To Hate My Office-Mate

You should write a book!

How jealousy is born.

Is there anyway you can move to another office? I got moved to another cubicle not too long ago because the guy sitting across from me (about 6 feet away) went from farting to shitting in his pants… I complained to my manager and told her exactly what was happening and as she stifled her laughter she made a call and got me moved. Can you make up something about this guy and get him (or yourself) moved? Maybe try planting some porn or drugs in his desk…

I will eventually start to hate anyone I have to spend 9 hours a day with in a small, windowless room. It’s just inherent in my personality. I don’t think he develops hatred like I do. I hate that about him.

I also hate his shoes.

Heh, I was coming in to write what Manda JO wrote.

Not that I’m not sympathetic to your rage - I so, so, so very much am! I am in a very similar situation right now, where, even though I like her very much, I swear if the woman with whom I share an eye-level baffle says one more word to me when I am trying to concentrate on something (and if I don’t reply, I hear “Elret? Elret? Elret?” until I acknowledge that she’s trying to tell me that she thinks she’ll write a letter now, or that she has 14 windows on her PC open - can ya believe it? Elret? Elret? Elret?) I will pluck every hair out of her head, roll it all into a ball stuck together with eye boogers and repeatedly bounce it off of her face.
But then I remember she is probably feeling the same way about me.
Because we stare at each other all day. Every day. Over this useless bloody half-baffle. 50 hours a week. 220 hours a month. 2600 hours a year. 100000 or so hours until retirement.

Kinda makes you feel for the astronauts in the space station, not to mention the Apollo astronauts sharing those little capsules, eh? But at least they knew it would end and they would know freedom again some day.

Ok, the OP made me smile but this

actually made me snort.

I hate my officemates too. The one I hate the most is finished next Tuesday. Can we get a “hallelujah?” I hate his loud crappy music. I hate the way he rushes around the office (but he’s never busy). I hate the way he drops into his chair. I hate the way he’s an arrogant, snot-nosed, know-it-all punk-ass kid who thinks he’g got the world by the balls now that he’s 21. I hate the way he manages to piss me off every time I make the mistake of trying to have a civilized conversation with him, and I hate the way he suckers me into trying to converse with him when I know that he’s going to piss me off sooner or later.

(He doesn’t have any posters, or I would hate those too. I think I may be a little like you, hyerpelastic.)

You’re not.

At this points, I’m fairly sure it’s not about me.

Already is, with the story

I see it as more of a Point-Counter Point

POINT: This new version of PowerPoint could really improve my productivity!

COUNTERPOINT: I swear to God, Monday I’m coming in here with an Armalite AR-180 carbine gas-operated semi-automatic rifle and I’m going to splatter my nouveau hipster officemate’s brain pan all over his fucking whiteboard!

When the old, smelly, garlic sandwich eating hippy got on my nerves, I just turned the volume up on Rush Limbaugh…Heh.Heh