I try not to be mean but I feel like I fail miserably at it. So I will just go ahead and be mean. You can judge me for it, I don’t care. My coworker is ANNOYING! Well, both of them but one more so than the other. I have yet to find suitable nicknames for them mainly because I suck at nicknames. But I will find something befitting for them both, this I promise you. Well, maybe I shouldn’t make promises since I suck at nicknames. They may not be fitting, but they shall each have something other than their actual names.
Ok, so this one lady that pisses the heck out of me, irritates me endlessly and plain old just makes me wanna off myself is a world of crazy. I did mention that I will be mean right? I am usually really nice but if you had Molly (this has to do for now) over here for a coworker and see her every day, five days a week for eight hours at a time, you would understand where I am coming from.
I am not much of a talkative person and this is even worse at work. All I want to do is go to work, do my fair share of mulling around and get paid for it. I like to be left alone. And Molly is the total opposite of this. She wants to share her life’s story. Every morning she has a tale of last night or some episode that occurred in her lifetime. Basically, I do not want to hear it. I am at my most productive when I just come in and this is the time I like to actually get some work in.
But not Molly. This is the time she wants to know what I did last night. And also, for whatever reason, she feels this strange, strong urge to confide in me whatever happened to her. Despite my best attempt to be busy, she does not fail to regale me with her tales. I basically just listen as I try to work and not comment. Usually, my lack of engagement would send the best of talkers away but not her. The more silent I am, the more she talks. And she doesn’t get tired. She talks, talks, talks, and then talks some more. I cringe. Every.Single.Time. I know her life’s story without a prompt from me. Do I ever comment? Nope. I think she interprets my silence as good listening skills, which really isn’t the case. I basically just don’t wanna hear it. My biggest problem is that I am POLITE! Which is why I listen to her day in and out.
One day, I will leave this place. And leave her too. And then maybe I will have some quiet mornings. And afternoons. Until then, I will continue to rant about Molly and other coworker whom I have yet to name.