Sweet, Dark and Crazy

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Workplace Drama

Growing up, I was the popular girl. I wasn’t the easy, slutty popular girl but the funny, likeable popular girl. People just liked me. As I got older – college and beyond – it was still important for people to like me. I mean, EVERYBODY! If someone didn’t like me, I wondered why. I agonized. It kept me up at night. For real! It did.

Somewhere in my 30’s however, I had a revelation. You know, an epiphany of sorts. If people didn’t like me, it wasn’t my problem, it was theirs. I mean, who wouldn’t like me? If you don’t, it’s probably some sort of personality disorder on your part. I would strongly suggest counseling or medication – possibly both.

Which brings me to today. I started my job in the spring. The verdict is still out on whether I like it or not. My resume is still active and searchable on CareerBuilder. Anyway, I’ve begun to think that the manager of my department, Meagan, doesn’t like me. Today, it was confirmed.

She doesn’t really speak to me unless it’s absolutely necessary. The other day, I was walking into the building as she was walking out and she tried to close the door on me. Whenever I have a question to ask her, she looks at me with an exasperated, “What?” expression.

Case in point, I had a question to ask her once before we started a department meeting. She was speaking to someone, so I stood quietly by waiting for her to finish. Abruptly, she stopped her conversation, jeered at me with that typical annoyed look and snapped, “I don’t need anything from you right now.” Taken aback, I smiled and proceeded to ask my question. She proceeded to look like an idiot.

Now, yesterday, I was talking to my supervisor, Lauren, who I report directly to. I had some files that I was working on and I needed to have Meagan review and signoff on them. Lauren told me to email Meagan and schedule a time to do the review.

Today, I emailed Meagan. I sent the message directly to her and her alone. It was a short two line email requesting a meeting. Instead of replying to me, she forwarded my two line email to Lauren and said, “Tell her to schedule a meeting with me in Outlook.” Lauren then forwards this message to me and says, “Meagan wants you to schedule a meeting with her in Outlook.”

Really?

Is she fuckin’ serious?

Is Meagan’s distain for me so strong that she can’t even email me directly?

Does she know how utterly ridiculous she looks?

The delicious part of all of this is that I don’t care. I really don’t. She doesn’t like me and that is her problem. She has a big project on her plate that I would be perfect for but instead of getting me involved, she gives it to her already overworked and overextended Golden Girl – the one she likes to go to lunch with and get manicures with.

I have friends – a lot of them - and damn good ones to boot. Making friends at work is nice but not necessary. Now, I’m wishing that I hadn’t been anonymous in that ABC News article when I said I preferred working for men (http://tiny.cc/G9N5C ). This is exactly the reason why.

No matter. She accepted another position within the organization. And the best part, she transitions into that job later this month … on my birthday!

Labels: Rant, Work

posted by SDC @ 5:31 PM

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