She came near my station and blurted out “Unsa man to inyo glibak sa Jollibee regarding sa akong utilization na cge ra man ko katulog?”
One word went into my mind “utilization” so I tried explaining to her the conversation I had with someone regarding utilization and before I could finish, she went on and on and on about nobody being perfect and everyone does fall asleep sometimes at work including me. I didn’t deny it, except what came out of my mouth was “I don’t think you’re perfect too” Talk about my foot on my mouth. I couldn’t get out of that one even with a crow bar.
I knew she was rambling even when she returned to her station but I tuned her off when I saw my boss’ email for an ADHOC report that was a tad difficult than usual.
After some time: finishing the ADHOC, taking meds for my menstrual pain and getting some needed sleep as well as being a walking zombie all through out the weekend with my parents, I was able to actually think through what she said.
Take note, she said what was it we were talking about at Jollibee regarding her utilization when she only sleeps at work.
When I think back on the particular conversation she was referring to, the sequence of conversations were:
1. Ken mentioned she was sleepy. Then Maricor mentioned that Wendy was sleeping again earlier with her mouth open. I then mentioned she was too that morning and that I asked another team mate to wake her up because the senior management team was still on the floor and might visit our area.
2. Michelle comes to join our table when we were still discussing her sleeping on the job. Then Ken mentions that Manny also sleeps during work and that he snores. Which got us laughing because every time we wake him up he sings himself awake.
3. Topic changes to the GRP positions open in the office and whether anyone of us is interested, which got to focus on mine and Ken’s job grade, whether we’ll be promoted this year or not. Then if we do get promoted then the RAs would probably would,where in which i said probably since they were supposed to be promoted last year but wasn’t pushed through.
4. Then the conversation shifted to our promotion since we’re pretty “fast” with our delivery, which again shifted to comparisons on speed of work. I mentioned that before I joined the 22-State OMD team, my previous team mates would ask me if the team I would be joining were okay and more specifically if their work speed drove me crazy.
Now with that catalogued, I wonder where I said what she said I did.
Furthermore, when I think about it, she really freaked out, like she was either under the influence, mentally or emotionally unbalanced or possessed. If there’s an actual medical term for women on their forties to go berserk all of a sudden then that could be it.
Who in their right mind demands about someone else’s gossip?
At her age that was the first time she knew she was being talked about? Because believe me, before even joining the management team, which was 5 years ago, talk about her was all over the office. Which I ignored when I joined my current team, because talk is talk, I prefer knowing the person before I come to any conclusion. Despite personal issues and unable to relate, I find that work is work and I can tolerate someone else’s eccentricities to my own. I mean, I’m sure most of my team mates are not sure what to make of me.
Talk about weirdos or addicts? or demon-possessed?
Anyway, since she took it to a personal level by invading my personal space and actually telling me that in not so many words that I do not have the right to talk about her.
I know.
Who fucking died and made her God?
The following week, I found out she has been telling anyone who would listen that we clashed…errrr..I don’t even recall listening to her litany. Furthermore, in her obsessive need to hear her rant in her reedy voice, I didn’t bother saying anything anymore.
It’s like speaking with a fog horn, except a fog horn has an actual use for it’s noise.
She posted some sort of saying on her station so everyone can read it. Something along the lines of: Small Minds discuss people.
I wonder what ass that came from.
Talk about hypocrisy. If I tell her to place her mother and her children’s lives and tell me she hasn’t gossiped about me or anyone else. I wonder who’ll die first.
This stops here. I feel less intelligent writing this. Writing about her. Again, God might have a purpose why he created such a waste of space. Maybe her children wouldn’t grow up to be as self-obsessed as her.
I used to be civil. I can still be. Just as long as I pretend she’s a rabid dog that can’t help what it is. If I think she’s an actual person, I could question my faith further, which isn’t a good thing right now.
So. There’s a Rabid Dog in my office, care to throw stones at it when you’re bored?
July Resolution: Let’s teach her what freedom of speech is. Or. There’s a Rabid Dog.
One word went into my mind “utilization” so I tried explaining to her the conversation I had with someone regarding utilization and before I could finish, she went on and on and on about nobody being perfect and everyone does fall asleep sometimes at work including me. I didn’t deny it, except what came out of my mouth was “I don’t think you’re perfect too” Talk about my foot on my mouth. I couldn’t get out of that one even with a crow bar.
I knew she was rambling even when she returned to her station but I tuned her off when I saw my boss’ email for an ADHOC report that was a tad difficult than usual.
After some time: finishing the ADHOC, taking meds for my menstrual pain and getting some needed sleep as well as being a walking zombie all through out the weekend with my parents, I was able to actually think through what she said.
Take note, she said what was it we were talking about at Jollibee regarding her utilization when she only sleeps at work.
When I think back on the particular conversation she was referring to, the sequence of conversations were:
1. Ken mentioned she was sleepy. Then Maricor mentioned that Wendy was sleeping again earlier with her mouth open. I then mentioned she was too that morning and that I asked another team mate to wake her up because the senior management team was still on the floor and might visit our area.
2. Michelle comes to join our table when we were still discussing her sleeping on the job. Then Ken mentions that Manny also sleeps during work and that he snores. Which got us laughing because every time we wake him up he sings himself awake.
3. Topic changes to the GRP positions open in the office and whether anyone of us is interested, which got to focus on mine and Ken’s job grade, whether we’ll be promoted this year or not. Then if we do get promoted then the RAs would probably would,where in which i said probably since they were supposed to be promoted last year but wasn’t pushed through.
4. Then the conversation shifted to our promotion since we’re pretty “fast” with our delivery, which again shifted to comparisons on speed of work. I mentioned that before I joined the 22-State OMD team, my previous team mates would ask me if the team I would be joining were okay and more specifically if their work speed drove me crazy.
Now with that catalogued, I wonder where I said what she said I did.
Furthermore, when I think about it, she really freaked out, like she was either under the influence, mentally or emotionally unbalanced or possessed. If there’s an actual medical term for women on their forties to go berserk all of a sudden then that could be it.
Who in their right mind demands about someone else’s gossip?
At her age that was the first time she knew she was being talked about? Because believe me, before even joining the management team, which was 5 years ago, talk about her was all over the office. Which I ignored when I joined my current team, because talk is talk, I prefer knowing the person before I come to any conclusion. Despite personal issues and unable to relate, I find that work is work and I can tolerate someone else’s eccentricities to my own. I mean, I’m sure most of my team mates are not sure what to make of me.
Talk about weirdos or addicts? or demon-possessed?
Anyway, since she took it to a personal level by invading my personal space and actually telling me that in not so many words that I do not have the right to talk about her.
I know.
Who fucking died and made her God?
The following week, I found out she has been telling anyone who would listen that we clashed…errrr..I don’t even recall listening to her litany. Furthermore, in her obsessive need to hear her rant in her reedy voice, I didn’t bother saying anything anymore.
It’s like speaking with a fog horn, except a fog horn has an actual use for it’s noise.
She posted some sort of saying on her station so everyone can read it. Something along the lines of: Small Minds discuss people.
I wonder what ass that came from.
Talk about hypocrisy. If I tell her to place her mother and her children’s lives and tell me she hasn’t gossiped about me or anyone else. I wonder who’ll die first.
This stops here. I feel less intelligent writing this. Writing about her. Again, God might have a purpose why he created such a waste of space. Maybe her children wouldn’t grow up to be as self-obsessed as her.
I used to be civil. I can still be. Just as long as I pretend she’s a rabid dog that can’t help what it is. If I think she’s an actual person, I could question my faith further, which isn’t a good thing right now.
So. There’s a Rabid Dog in my office, care to throw stones at it when you’re bored?
July Resolution: Let’s teach her what freedom of speech is. Or. There’s a Rabid Dog.
