Look, everybody who works in a cube farm feels the need to glance into someone’s space from time to time when they pass by on the way to…wherever it is that they’re heading for that isn’t their workstation. And sometimes it’s amusing to comment on what you see in there: what they’re surfing, the jungle-like nature of their plants, lunch…. Yeah, sometimes is alright. It’s considered friendly and social. I got no problem with that. But here’s a tip: When you pass by my cube, put a lock on that fuckin’ hole of yours and spare me any comments, m’kay?
Because quite frankly, I find you irritating to begin with. Maybe it’s the BS sexual harassment charges you pressed on a coworker who wouldn’t cover your Saturday shift while you sunned your vileness at the lake, maybe it’s the way you use every little excuse you can find to avoid showing up to work. Or maybe, just maybe in this particular case, it’s because my monthly production is about four times your own, and I still have to clean up the messes you make with already wigged out customers.
Yeah, it’s that last bit. The production issue. The “Inigo is carrying you and cleaning up after you” issue. And you know what? That in itself isn’t so bad. I’m used to it and my pay gets pumped accordingly year after year. The bosses know what I do, and what you don’t. Got a problem with seeing me on The Dope whenever you pass by? Just say so. Or better yet, tell my boss. Yeah, Tell HIM that I screw off *all damn day *and still manage to dwarf your pathetic showing at the end of the month. And while you’re at it, explain to him how it is that while you only do 20% of the work between us, that you are responsible for 100% of the complaints that cross his desk. Which, by the way, he passes to me for resolution.
When I’m at work, either AOL or Yahoo messenger is almost always up. My kid, when she’s away at school and some of her friends are on AOL. Another couple of my friends are on Yahoo. I don’t silence the IM, because I’d miss the blinky part on my taskbar. So, every so often, anyone walking by my office will hear a chime, or a knock. One driver in particular - who as a "standby’ spends a lot of time hanging around waiting for something to do - never fails to make a comment when she hears it.
I’m going to print your OP and shove it in her face.
The company’s remarkably difficult to get fired from. And given she’s a middle-aged Black single mom with a history of vigorously rocking the boat, she’s pretty much bullet-proof in a company willing to tolerate almost anything short of armed assault to avoid bad press as a discriminatory employer. All four of my young, white, married, goatee’d manbosses are terrified of her. :smack:
No blowjob. Ever. In the history of animals with mouths. Would be worth having to work with this person. In fact, I would give up to three blowjobs to get rid of her. Well…maybe I would. It would really depend on how the first one went I guess.