Background:
I am not not not a social person. I don’t like people in general. I keep a very small cadre of friends with whom I enjoy spending time occasionally and that’s about it. My best female friend and I might see each other 3-6 times per year – and that is exactly how I like it.
This doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy social activities nor does it mean that I am rude or unapproachable. I just have no need for the whole “let’s hang out ad infinitum” crap that so many other people think is the basis of friendship.
All of this leads up to the fact that one of the things I like best about my current employment is the lack of social interaction with other employees. We meet on Monday mornings and that’s it. If I don’t want to talk to the people with whom I work, I don’t have to – I can do any communications via IM or email. It rocks.
Now on to the current sitch:
There is a girl who works here (let’s call her Sam*) who seems to have a great personality. She is kind of youngish (I am 35, she is 26, I think), but very outgoing and nice. Since my cubicle is directly opposite her office door (she is in another department that warrants an office – not in any chain of command, so that is not an issue), I tried be friendly-ish to her. And she latched onto me. I say “latched onto” because I cannot think of any other phrase that quite expresses how it feels other than when one has a leech.
Don’t get me wrong, she is a nice person. She doesn’t want to borrow money (even though she is in chronic financial meltdown) or ask favours. She is just one of those people who think that if I am their friend, I will want to “hang out” every week, or every night after work, or that I will want to chit-chat on the phone, text message ad nauseum or (and this is the one that grates my last nerve) get 15 comments to my myspace page every day from her. I don’t. Gods, I don’t.
I am not a nice person. I would much rather have someone be honest and to the point with me. “Hey, Litoris, you’re clingy, go the fuck away.” I tend to be that way to other people out of respect. I know, I know – some people don’t like the direct approach, so I am working on trying to learn to be more touchy feely without throwing up in my mouth. Because I have to work with this person (I genuinely like my job and can actually see me staying here for many years to come), I don’t want to start some crazy office drama. – oh yeh, based on the phone conversations she has with her soon-to-be-ex and/or her current-live-in-boyfriend-who-is-her-sonn-to-be-ex’s-cousin (conversations, I might add that we all hear through her closed office door), I am betting if I do the direct approach, she will bring on the drama –
Help me? How do I handle this situation? Talking to her has little effect – I tried just being busy every time she wanted to talk, but then I got the “why are you mad at me?” whine. WTF? What I really want to do is pimpslap some sense into her, but, well jail just doesn’t sound appealing right now.
ARGH!
*not her real name