Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Friday, April 27, 2007
 
During my time as part of the working mass, I have come across a lot of personalities. The one that, to this day, still amazes me is the type of personality that allows personal issues to bleed into their work life. I still don't understand why there are people out there who take their personal frustrations out on the people who they work with. As always, these "head cases" act like they do not realize that they are lashing out at the people who they work with and alienating coworkers that are there to help them. I am not sure where this mentality comes from.

As usual, the first few days of working with them, you think that this is maybe just a phase; but it isn't. Then, as time goes on, you wonder why this person has chosen this position because they obviously have a hard time coping with it. And finally, you realize that their anger has nothing to do with you or the job; and everything to do with their personal issues.

It's easy to dismiss someone like that if they are under the age of 25. It's not easy if they are over the age of 30. It's especially hard if they are over 40 and on their second career path. I think for me, it's especially hard because I have had 3 pretty successful careers that have nothing to do with one another. And I understand that starting a new one can be a test of one's psyche. I can be jaded but, overall, I tend to be a happy person. I even subscribe to the belief that being negative will never get you what you want in the first place, so I tend to place that energy into a more positive situation. Call it what you want but it feels better to be that way.

I have been in my current position for almost two months now and I am not happy. I dread going to work. To be honest, I dread going to work to see the person I work for. Technically, I report to her but, truthfully, I work with her. She is definitely the most miserable person I have met. She has a lot of issues that she carries with her and I think they all stem from her personal life. I was analyzing my situation the other day and I realized that nothing I do will change how she is, how she works, or how she feels towards me or others. It is beginning to become distressing. Enough so that I am about to find other venues of employment within the company.

I think what really bothers me is her condescending and patronizing attitude toward what I do. I am 37-years old. I know what my capabilities are. I know what my boundaries are. I know what my job description is. I don't need to be told. I also don't need to be mocked for keeping a tight ship. Nobody in my past work life has ever looked down upon the fact that I keep an organized work space. Nobody until now. She has also mocked my customer service skills by saying, "You're always so positive." That was the last straw. I turned around and said, "Yes. I am always positive. It's who I am. It's what I do. You'll just have to deal with it because I learned early on in my life, that being negative never gets me what I want. And I would rather not waste my energy getting nowhere." As expected, she rolled her eyes.

Yesterday, our supervisor came to me to "catch up". I knew what the meeting was about. But, I let her ask. And she did. So, I told. There are major concerns. I would not be surprised if they decided to sever ties. I say this because concerns also come from customers and, in my company, that is a big no-no. Very big no-no.

The sad part is that it does not have to come to this. It really doesn't. But, it may. And, at the end of the day, she made her bed. And has nobody to blame but herself. But then again, isn't that what she wants? Later.
 
Comments:
wow. she sounds terrible. but i also agree that I don't really understand people who allow their personal life to dictate their work. I keep them very separate, but probably because work is just work to me. If i had a job that I liked more, maybe things would be different.
 
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