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Well luckily I have some sleepytime tea that I'm nursing so perhaps I've let go of my rage just a little bit.
I work with a few very difficult people and normally I have my boyfriend to act as my support. At work we are seriously an army of two-- we form a united front and if one pisses one of us off, we take up arms for the other. But well there are a few people that not even my boyfriend can quell-- among them Michael Stalcup (for all of you people who were around 3 years ago-- you will remember that name, it's synonymous with DOUCHEBAG.) and then there is Mariah.
To describe Mariah would be-- imagine if Dolores Umbridge (of Harry Potter fame) was a REAL LIVE PERSON.
When I first met her, I thought she was the sweetest little old lady and then my boyfriend (who wasn't my boyfriend at the time) told me that she'd probably try to carve lines into my hand if she could get away with it. I was sceptical-- until she showed her true colours-- it was over something stupid but she was being viciously mean and petty over it. There was a year where she wasn't actually that bad, but here lately she's been extra 'throw me in the sea and watch me float' salty.
We have this big trash receptacle in the middle of our picking area, we also have another one that is out in po-dunk ICS. When Fresenius has to get all the cording and stuff off the product, we take it to the nearest trash container. It makes sense, right? We aren't totally flakes, we do take out our own trash because well that's the decent thing to do. Well last week Owen threw some of the Fresenius trash in the central area, and Mariah goes "Take out the trash to the OTHER area-- your trash container" (referring to po-dunk). Owen says he'll take out the trash, and you know that should be the end of it-- right? WRONG! It isn't-- she kicks up giant fuss.
No one in Fresenius is going to walk all the way out to podunk when there is a perfectly good trash bin closer where we can dump our stuff-- we have a lot to pick and we have a time limit for it-- so whatever. Last week passed-- no one died-- everything got done.
Today, Fresenius once again uses the trash bin and then around 9 pm, Mariah comes over to where Renae and Owen are still picking Fresenius and goes "You know I love you guys-- I love you a lot-- but you need to take your trash to the other bin." and then she walks off. (No, she doesn't love us-- I am totally not convinced of this fact, and neither is Renae and Owen, Oh especially not Owen since I can see it on his face)
I interject myself, saying that the distance to walk to the other bin is too far (we use these bins on tuesdays and thursdays when we are running the packing part of our operation, and yes, we empty it out as well). Then she makes it a point to come to me and start ARGUING with me about how it is the same distance (not). Then it ends with her going. "Well you can take your own trash generated out yourself" (because we NEVER take our trash out-- ever). Now, let me tell you-- that was the most mean spirited thing I've actually heard? Do you want to know why?
Well today, Mariah was in a pickle with her orders-- she was swamped, so myself and Cheryl took some of her orders and picked them. We didn't HAVE to do it, but we did because hey, a magical little concept called TEAMWORK. It is coming together to work together for the good of the team. Because of that statement, such a childish and petty statement, I may have said(yelled) the following:
"Okay, you take care of your stuff and we will take care of our stuff-- because that's what teamwork is all about, it is about worrying about yourself before anyone else. Don't expect me to help you get done with orders anymore, or manually ship your orders when you mess up or anything like that-- since you are so worried about yourself and don't want to help anyone else."
her response--
"Don't be like that!"
Seriously-- not taking out her garbage, not going to help her bag her product on friday, not going to help her do boxes. All of these things that she takes for granted that we help her do. So ungracious of her-- especially considering that she never takes out the communal trash bin anyways.
*Deep breaths*
Wow, that was long-- so sorry you guys.
I work with a few very difficult people and normally I have my boyfriend to act as my support. At work we are seriously an army of two-- we form a united front and if one pisses one of us off, we take up arms for the other. But well there are a few people that not even my boyfriend can quell-- among them Michael Stalcup (for all of you people who were around 3 years ago-- you will remember that name, it's synonymous with DOUCHEBAG.) and then there is Mariah.
To describe Mariah would be-- imagine if Dolores Umbridge (of Harry Potter fame) was a REAL LIVE PERSON.
When I first met her, I thought she was the sweetest little old lady and then my boyfriend (who wasn't my boyfriend at the time) told me that she'd probably try to carve lines into my hand if she could get away with it. I was sceptical-- until she showed her true colours-- it was over something stupid but she was being viciously mean and petty over it. There was a year where she wasn't actually that bad, but here lately she's been extra 'throw me in the sea and watch me float' salty.
We have this big trash receptacle in the middle of our picking area, we also have another one that is out in po-dunk ICS. When Fresenius has to get all the cording and stuff off the product, we take it to the nearest trash container. It makes sense, right? We aren't totally flakes, we do take out our own trash because well that's the decent thing to do. Well last week Owen threw some of the Fresenius trash in the central area, and Mariah goes "Take out the trash to the OTHER area-- your trash container" (referring to po-dunk). Owen says he'll take out the trash, and you know that should be the end of it-- right? WRONG! It isn't-- she kicks up giant fuss.
No one in Fresenius is going to walk all the way out to podunk when there is a perfectly good trash bin closer where we can dump our stuff-- we have a lot to pick and we have a time limit for it-- so whatever. Last week passed-- no one died-- everything got done.
Today, Fresenius once again uses the trash bin and then around 9 pm, Mariah comes over to where Renae and Owen are still picking Fresenius and goes "You know I love you guys-- I love you a lot-- but you need to take your trash to the other bin." and then she walks off. (No, she doesn't love us-- I am totally not convinced of this fact, and neither is Renae and Owen, Oh especially not Owen since I can see it on his face)
I interject myself, saying that the distance to walk to the other bin is too far (we use these bins on tuesdays and thursdays when we are running the packing part of our operation, and yes, we empty it out as well). Then she makes it a point to come to me and start ARGUING with me about how it is the same distance (not). Then it ends with her going. "Well you can take your own trash generated out yourself" (because we NEVER take our trash out-- ever). Now, let me tell you-- that was the most mean spirited thing I've actually heard? Do you want to know why?
Well today, Mariah was in a pickle with her orders-- she was swamped, so myself and Cheryl took some of her orders and picked them. We didn't HAVE to do it, but we did because hey, a magical little concept called TEAMWORK. It is coming together to work together for the good of the team. Because of that statement, such a childish and petty statement, I may have said(yelled) the following:
"Okay, you take care of your stuff and we will take care of our stuff-- because that's what teamwork is all about, it is about worrying about yourself before anyone else. Don't expect me to help you get done with orders anymore, or manually ship your orders when you mess up or anything like that-- since you are so worried about yourself and don't want to help anyone else."
her response--
"Don't be like that!"
Seriously-- not taking out her garbage, not going to help her bag her product on friday, not going to help her do boxes. All of these things that she takes for granted that we help her do. So ungracious of her-- especially considering that she never takes out the communal trash bin anyways.
*Deep breaths*
Wow, that was long-- so sorry you guys.
