I tend to think that I’m able to get along with everyone, whether it’s a male or female, especially when it comes to working with people. Because my job provides me with a lot of autonomy, I’m the type of person that gets in the office, do what I have to do & leave and that’s when I don’t decide to work from home. I wouldn’t say I was a social butterfly at work, but I try to remain cordial to everyone. Every once in a while, I’ll engage in the ‘how was your weekend’ conversation, with a few people, but most of the time you’ll find me in my office, doing my job.
Today, I realized that I hate the women, and I use the term women lightly, that I work with. Why must women constantly keep shit brewing at work? I don’t understand how some people can get any work done, while they’re worrying about the work that I’m doing or they assume not doing. I swear today I was minutes away from taking the decompressed can of air & spraying it in a few faces. My assistant today, had the audacity to come and sit down in my office and attempt to warn me about certain people who made mention about me working from home & not being in the office. I wanted to say to her: “Hello bitch? I’ve been working the same schedule for the past 3 yrs, don’t you think I know who the ‘haters’ are already? Just because you choose to socialize with them & gossip, doesn’t mean you need to come back and report to me and if you were trying to be of service, then you’d name names”.
Why must people try to test me. They don’t know me very well at all.
So I sat there as she went on & on, and I already knew who she was getting her information from, considering she’s bosom buddies with someone else in our office, who likes to stick her hooked nose in other people’s business. I made sure I told her that considering I’ve been here longer than her, I know the office politics, and it’s nothing that hasn’t been said before, but if she’d like to help spread even more bullshit, be my guess, but to let her little ‘birdie’ know, that as long as she’s worrying about me doing my job, obviously hers isn’t getting done.
This is prime reason why I can’t stand working with women. Someone is always playing the role of the gossip monger. How hard is it to come into work and just shut the fuck up and do your damn job? It’s not rocket science.
After I received my so-called ‘warning’ from my assistant, I called my old assistant and had a good laugh about it. It was like old times again, both of us laughing about how people who can’t perform their own duties, raising an eyebrow at mine. I knew I could count on her to calm me down, before I started firing off assault missiles via email and telling a few people about themselves.
Tomorrow when I get back into my office, my theme song will be Rockwell’s “Somebody’s Watching Me”. I already have the You Tube link ready in an email to send to the bloodhound gang members in my office. Hopefully they’ll get a good laugh out of it, because I’m definitely going to laugh as I leave work, once again at 2:15 p.m., while they’re still wondering how I manage to squeeze 8 hours of work into a 5 ½ hour day, whereas they can’t seem to get anything done within their 8 hour schedule.
Have you dealt with dirty office politics & people who feel the need to gossip and keep drama going?