Working with people...
I'm against it!
I don't know how you people do it, but I applaud you all. Yes you lot, you people who read this blog. You who get up in the morning every day, shower, get dressed, grab a bowl of cereal and leave your homes to travel to work. You're probably sitting at a desk right this second, aren't you? I bet some of you have said 'good morning' at least eight times by now. Urghhh. I never thought I'd say it, but you have my deepest and profoundest respect.
Today is Wednesday and in one hours time I must again work with 'people'. I have been working with people all week.
It is killing me.
Perhaps I am spoiled ( what?), perhaps I take working for myself for granted (moi?) either way after this week I do solemnly swear to NEVER again EVER complain about it. I will read other folks' blogs and tremble at the mention of offices and managers and financial thingimijiggies. I will quietly press a damp face cloth to the nape of my neck when I hear about watercooler conversations and traffic problems, vindictive bosses, bitchy colleagues. Because I see it now, the anger, the hatred, the slap a hand off your forehead hard enough to knock yourself out with frustration-ness of dealing with other people on a daily basis.
Working with other folk...I"m against it I tell you! Against!
posted by fatmammycat at 8:56 a.m.
20 Comments:
Amen sister!
I like working with other people, as long as I get to choose who I work with, which I don't.
Working with others...it's not so bad, provided they're not in my immediate vicinity, and I'm only dealing with them through e-mail.
But yes, working alone is much, MUCH better. Lately, I've been using the air conditioner in my office as an excuse to shut the door. I put a note on it, "A/C works better with door closed, knock if you need me."
Then I pretend the A/C is so loud that I don't hear the knock.
Works well.
one of our clients is a huge financial giant where everyone works in cubicles and, judging from their attitudes, is completely miserable.
they'll spend an hour belittling US on the phone to make themselves feel better.
-- can you imagine what it's like working over there? i asked my coworker lou.
-- no fuckin way. i wonder what the suicide rate is.
-- not high enough, obviously.
-- [snort.]
and that's why i love working where i do while i'd detest working where i don't.
What is this "working with people" thing of which you speak? This is the true blessing of graduate school. I work at home ALONE in my pj's with my coffee and news radio going until I need more material, then I work at the library ALONE staring into the microfiche reader or 150-year-old journals. Then I run into someone I know and it all goes to hell. This is the bane of graduate school--it totally zaps whatever social skills you thought you once had. Not that I'd give up the privilege of working alone or anything.
I like a combination - I'd hate to work alone with nobody to bounce ideas off - and I love the buzz of being surrounded with a decent bunch of people, the camaraderie, the brainstorming, the after hours drinks/flirtations, celebrations for the birthdays (cinnamon danish all round), weddings, baptisms, leaving dos. However, there are time when a tight deadline means no distractions - and alone is the only way to go!
Oh ladies, and it IS ladies I notice, it is a horrible cross to bear indeed. I am just this very god damned second back in my abode and I'm making a drink. The stupid PR girl I was working with all day is a newbie, and thus awful. 'Ya need balls!' I may have yelled at one stage, 'And if ya ain't got balls grow a fucking pair!' I might also have muttered.'Just tell 'em no!' I surely said, and 'Oh for god's sake ring them back. No, give me the phone' I definitely said more than once.
I'm having a rum and diet coke now. I may have more.
I work in the lobby of my building, so I say "Good Morning!" in a awful, chirpy fake tone at least 300 times a day (roughly the number of people who work there).
At times I want to jam a pen in my eye and just bleed out, for a change of pace.
Thank you, FMC. You've just made me smile for the first time today (and it's after 6:30pm). I was working with idiots myself today and your post made me laugh. I'm raising my gin & tonic to your rum & coke in a toast to telling some young punk to "grow a set!" Cheers!
I converse with two people all day long, who can't wipe their own noses effectively, speak properly or exercise good judgement of any sort. They are 4-year old children, mind you, I'll give them that. And their jokes are pretty good, or getting better, at any rate.
Oh but Lordy, there are just some days when I would lop off a leg just to talk to another adult for a bit. This was how I came to Blogland. I'm sure it's saved each of my limbs several times over.
Oh Erica, poor lamb.
Bonnie, I feel your pain, clink.
Sam, that's just it though, you choose who you want to talk with in blog land. If only that were possible in work. I am well used to not speaking with idiots, so not-dammit- I see to have lost the knack for patience. Anyway most four year olds are MUCH more interesting that the folk I"ve been dealing with this week, and I include myself in that.
I agree, people are gay. And by gay I mean cunts. And by cunts I mean cunts.
Thinking of visiting/moving to Ireland and came across your site while "googling" anything Irish...best belly laughs I've had in weeks!!! I've been off work for two years with an injury and I dread the thought of returning to an office full of "people" I would otherwise avoid like the plague. Hope there are more like you wherever I end up in Ireland :-)
Ha! - try working in a school with an aspergers headteacher for a while! I just gave it up - it was bad for my health. I'm number 17 to leave in less than 3 years - yep it was that bad.
I'm going to do some supply teaching in September and some one-to-one tuition of teenagers who're off school with various problems (ranging from special needs to broken limbs)- I figure that might be quite rewarding.
So I agree; working with some people is bad news but I will miss the excellent bitching-about-the-head sessions with the nice people. If only I could deliver lessons over the internet.... hmmmm.
Welcome welcome, yes working with folk, ya either loves it or ya hates it. I'm a hater. My sister Etheline, on the other hand, would dry out and up and die if she did not work in the bitching, moaning, sniggering at clothes, gossip, lunch breaks, heartbreak, crying in the bathrooms type of work place that she does. I would rather pluck out my eyes than work there.
Anonymous again...it's the middle of the night here in beautiful North Vancouver, BC...a little insomnia tonight...the A/C comment...erica and the pen in the eye...maybe it's the lack of sleep, but I swear we just don't grow them as funny over here!
My job prior injury was so bad that being severely injured in a car accident was a plus because it got me out of there...and away from the nutcase who was being "sabotaged because someone took a pushpin from my cubicle wall"...just the very, teeny, tiny tip of the crazy iceberg she calls home.
Ya know...the best job I had was working alongside a lovely Irish woman...I think my plan to visit and possibly move to Ireland is looking better and better :-)
Poor old sausage, Sleeplessness sucks. Four glasses of Brandy and a sleeping tablet should help, I er..am told.
Once you've been self employed, you can't go back. I could maybe work in partnership with another person, but I caould never have a boss again.
I'd make the world's worst employee. I'm so used to making all the decisions that I would constantly be questioning the boss. Eventually they'd have to sack me.
Hee, like me I was sacked, more or less, from every job I ever had since school, usually for staging coups or just sheer insubordination. I am a terrible employee.
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