Maybe I should call her 7 of 9? (Coincidentally, that’s where she ranks on the annoyance scale, right below Gilbert Gottfried and Gallagher.) That explains why I couldn’t never turn her down when she hit me up for food or money or my car–resistance was futile 
yosemitebabe – oh, yeah, I’m not all the time happy (that would make me a whacko serial killer or something 
) but I’m for the most part damn happy with myself and my life. And you know, that irks some people. They don’t WANT me (or you, or anyone else for that matter) to be happy because they aren’t!
I don’t mind the finer things in life. Sure a bigger house would be nice. A flashy car might be cool. But what it comes down to with me is need. I don’t need them. Nor do I really want them. I can appreciate them, understand why some work hard for them but I don’t understand where people think they are a NEED rather than a WANT. I don’t get that. I’d rather take that money and travel to see my family. No, it’s not a need but it’s a want that I’m willing to sacrifice for in other areas to make happen. I guess it’s all about values; what you’d do for ten dollars and what you’d do with ten dollars.
CrankyAsAnOldMan – they probably can’t fire him for some discrimination reason. Sad but true; once an employee gets past probation you are almost stuck with them unless you can show gross negligence. Maybe having the whack job telecommute is a damn good idea!
Sunshine – me thinks he just wants some. Same deal for me sometimes. Not as weird as yours but a man or two a bit too interested in my food. Maybe they thought I’d fall for that old line of “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”; however, I agree with that. You CAN get to a man’s heart through his stomach if you shove your fist in really hard and push up and left!
Missy2U – MIND FUCK! Kudos for you! I’m giggling my butt off! Wish I would have pulled that one a time or two!
pugluvr – can comprehend here. Not only was I well off but I was single. And childless. AND lived in UTAH! I was like some kind of anomaly that the tourists should have seen!
I used to work with a woman who had real issues on payday. Scene: Payday. The office manager would walk around passing out paychecks. Whenever she gave me mine, I would respond with “Thank you.” So did most other people, at least the ones in my hearing range.
This weird co-worker would insist that it was incorrect for anyone to say “Thank You” for your own paycheck. You earned it, it was due to you, so it was just wrong to say anything to the person giving it to you.
She never had any other real explanation for why it was so wrong to say “Thanks,” but everyone thought she was nuts.
One of my former bosses was jealous and neurotic, but nothing like some of you folks endured.
This one supervisor of mine merely had to outdo everyone in the department.
One young lady got a new dress and showed it off the next day. That night, the boss bought five or six new outfits, and showed off one each day.
I bought a 386 PC. Within a week, she bought a 486.
When I got a new Geo Tracker, within days she went out and got a new Lexus. Not only a Lexus, but one with gold trim (moulding, emblems, hubs, etc).
This went on all the time.
(As an aside: When I suggested the gold trim and emblems would be easy pickings for a thief, she replied, “Not at all! They’d have to destroy the car to get the pieces off.” :rolleyes: That cluelessness reflected her general management style.)
My boss banned me from doing crossword puzzles with other people.
Before she was my section manager, about two or three of us would spend most of our lunch breaks (one hour - no shorter) in the break room, doing crossword puzzles. It was a lot of fun and it was about the only non-customer contact I got. Then my new manager came on, and she decided that she wanted to do the crossword puzzles too, in the break room, with the other two people I always used to do the puzzles with.
Unfortunately, she doesn’t like it when I am there. See, one of the things about how we did the puzzles was, everyone would work independently and ask for help if they got really stuck. The problem was, one coworker would always ask me for help, and I’d give it, before my boss considered herself “really stuck”. So I was taking the challenge away. He’d beg me for help until I’d either give it, and get cut down by my boss (who would never consider criticizing him) or give up and leave (I hate cross-pressure from two opposing people, especially about trivial things).
Anyway, eventually I quit using the break room at all during lunch time, since my boss was always hollering at me not to give the crossword answers even if I wasn’t talking to anyone doing one, or doing one myself. I have managed to sneak by once or twice to use the soda machine without getting hollered at a couple of times.