I don’t like posting about work because there are not many positives to mention, other than my awesome team and their tremendous abilities and personalities. I’ll be as non-identifying as possible, not to protect the innocent (because there are none), but because blogging about work is a Dooce-able offense. Allow me a moment to explore my frazzle.
In the last several months I’ve completed major projects that saved another department months of processing time and thousands of dollars in personnel costs. That department is not technologically savvy. Technology to them is an extension cord for the abacus, stone and chisel. Watching them open Microsoft Office applications (Excel, Word, etc) is like watching elementary school kids on their first time through a Spook Alley. They hate me. I represent change. I represent the frightening unknown. I represent automatation and efficiency, which is frightening to a department that acts as a feifdom with entitlement. I’m not humble (I know my stuff) nor shy (fearless, as far as employers go), which only adds to their hatred. It’s taken a lot of work, but our collective relationship has improved over the last year, except for one specific woman.
This woman talks behind my back. This woman talks out of both sides of her mouth. She is two-faced. She is tolerably human when you’re face to face, but a character assassin as soon as you leave the room – not only with me, but with her supervisor and co-workers. What I despise is the act of saying one thing and doing another. Her words and actions aren’t congruent. What I abhor is her thanking me for my help and then trying to savage my performance behind my back. What drives me crazy is her insincerity.
Okay, so she’s a bitch, but so am I. What this comes down to is the challenge of letting it go without being vengeful. The shadow side of me wants to make sure that when she needs/wants something (and she will), that I will make her crawl through glass before she gets it. That meanness is what bothers me more than she does. How to be graceful and “let it go” without feeling like I’m compromising my integrity? I’m still cooling down, so we’ll see what another day does to my attitude.
November 30, 2006 at 10:27 pm
Well, I for one think that if you DO decide to make her crawl through glass, that she’ll have earned such bad karma. Stick it to the (wo)man!
November 30, 2006 at 11:12 pm
Hey there… I have been in that situation many times. Maybe I was supposed to learn something… or not. BUT when I learned to let it go, my whole life became better. I saw these type of people walk into some pretty bad karma and thankfully I was not involved in it.
Now when someone starts this type of **** I walk away. I know that they will get theirs… eventually.
December 1, 2006 at 3:21 am
I have some fucking bitches like that in my office too. Fucking bitches.
December 1, 2006 at 3:56 am
Spit in her coffee, you’ll feel better!! Oh yeah, the bad Karma thing…never mind
December 2, 2006 at 10:08 pm
No, no, no! No glass!
The glass means she’ll get the “proof” she was waiting for, the golden cup that she’ll hold up to her people and proclaim with doomsday voice: “You see? This is what I’m talking about! It’ll happen to you too if you don’t go with me!!”
The best kept integrity in my view is to maintain the professional attitude but as frosty as you possibly can and without the extra fluff that the others get (smile or kind word).
But then again, what do I know? I’m Swedish, I always act frosty..