Fun in the Workplace!

Birthday flowers! :(

Hi guys.  Do you miss hearing about TSaur?  I bet you do!  I miss telling you all about him, too!  Because it’s been a minute, this is going to be long, so bear with me. Just know I still hate him and he still smells.  Crucial.

Earlier this month my manager forced me to have a meeting with MP to discuss all the things he was doing wrong in hopes of “promoting his development” since he’s not “good with detail” and “takes offense when his mistakes are pointed out to him”. I.e. teach him how to dougie because he’s a mental midget.  However, considering I’m not his manager nor do I care; I took this opportunity to give him this simple advice: Everything you’re doing right now, do the opposite of that and I think you’ll go far. 

Since he is the biggest moron I’ve ever encountered he takes his “professional development program” to kiss the ass of everyone unfortunate enough to be in this department.  As such, he offers to pay for everyone’s “Birthday Club” admission.  (Just typing “Birthday Club” made me cry inside, BTW).  Anywhoos, Birthday Club is a terrible, awful event that takes place each month and I’ve been a birthday club dropout for years. Read more about it here.  Just know that my response to MP was that I’m a birthday club dropout by choice because I prefer to interact with most coworkers never.

A few weeks ago he creepily bought me flowers for my birthday and placed them on my desk with a card saying they were “from the team”.  I refused to acknowledge said flowers and three weeks later they’re still sitting on my desk rotting away.  See picture of said birthday flowers above.

Last Thursday he decided to bring in breakfast “for the team”. I debated calling in sick to avoid the awkward interaction, but decided that free is free so fuck it and why burn a sick day when I’m not hungover?  He went to a Panera about forty miles away (no, really) as opposed to the one right down the street (really) and spent what must have been upwards of fifty bones on various breakfast sweet treats. Halfway through I was about to have a total and complete panic attack and had to excuse myself and eat the rest of my bear claw in the solitude of the copy room. (No, really).

Because the sound of his voice makes me want to throw a million baby clots, I’ve been forced to listen to music at a volume loud enough to cause permanent hearing damage. As such, a fun side effect of this coping mechanism is that MP scares the shit out of me at least twice a day. He’s a sidler and the next thing I know there he is invading my personal space smelling my cube to shit.  Yesterday he wanted to show me his new cell phone.

MP: I have a new cell phone.

Me: ……

MP: It gets the internet.

Me: (turning around) Neat.

This morning he sidled up next to me once again and asked if I wanted to “grab lunch” with him.

MP: Wanna grab lunch today?

Me: No, I’m going to the gym today.

MP: What about another day this week?

Me: I will be at the gym for lunch always.  (Side note: I am not, but that’s beside the point).

MP: How about breakfast then?

Me: (As I eat my breakfast) I do not eat breakfast ever.

MP: Ever?

Me: Yes.

So there you have it. A full and complete rundown of the past month with the worst coworker to ever exist on the planet.  Aren’t you happy you’re not me?  Samesies!

6 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Meade on February 9, 2011 at 1:27 pm

    He sounds like a nice young man. I remember there was a girl I worked with at the Florist. I was a delivery driver and she was on dispatch. She looked like a spittin’ image of Angelina Jolie. I was pressed over her. So just about every day I bought her an Eclair from Baker’s Crust, and left it on her desk. She was touched, I think. But she told me if I didn’t stop, she’d wind up a fat pig, and it would be all my fault. So I did. Maybe you should try telling him something like that..

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  2. Posted by Mayblin on February 9, 2011 at 7:58 pm

    Sounds to me like he’s just trying to be nice and you’re just an angry bitch.

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  3. Posted by Vanessa on February 11, 2011 at 2:33 pm

    Eh, I think people who give you flowers when they’re not your S.O. are creepy. Nice doesn’t buy flowers (unless you’ve been hospitalized), nice asks if you want them to pick up something for you while they’re out, and then you give them money for it. People who don’t know the difference are either creepsters themselves or have never had one of their own.

    And extra laughs that the ad at the end of the post was for: “Conflict Resolution!”

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  4. Posted by veganlivin on February 14, 2011 at 11:08 pm

    Got one at work that I want to punch in the throat. Man him cry that will help him leave you alone. Worked for me!

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  5. Posted by jason on February 19, 2011 at 1:34 pm

    he’s lonely. he likes going to work because the human interaction gives him affirmation. be nice, but keep your distance. throw him a bone occasionally and stop into his cube for a brief “hey, guess what, the blackhawks are on a 5 game winning streak” type parlayance. dont let him rule YOU with his irritating self, but stay on top, in control. (why does this sound so gay).

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