Ever work with someone that makes you consider doing negative things to them if you saw he or she outside of the office? For instance, they are walking across a vacant parking lot, and are unaware of your presence. Crouching down like a lioness preparing to attack her pray, you take off running as fast as your feet will take you, wrap your arms are him/her and take them down. Victorious you stand looking down at your victim, smile slightly, then turn to walk away.
I have had this thought multiple times in life about different people I have had to work with. People may have even felt this way about me however, I find this very unlikely. I mean, who wouldn’t like to be around me? I’m a pretty good time. As long as I’m feed, not too sleepy and not on my period.
I am the type of person that comes to work and gets stuff done. IN SILENCE! I don’t need to tell everyone what I am doing, announce to the world how overwhelmed I am, or even tell my boss every single time I complete a task that was requested. Don’t get me wrong, I converse with my fellow employees and ask or answer questions when needed. For the most part, I am just doing my job as quickly and efficiently as possible so I can leave work on time. Any interferences that are relentlessly annoying do not mesh well with me.
I hate someone that complains about every single thing, all the time. If you have a personal problem in your life everyday that a crisis then I just can’t deal with you. Not being able to find two of the same socks is no reason to be so dramatic. Also, if you are wearing pants then your socks don’t need to match. Who cares? I don’t care. Sometimes I even were capris without making sure my legs are freshly shaved. That is just life. Do I think my coworkers care? No. Because they don’t.
When I want senseless drama I reach for my T.V. remote and watch the Bad Girls Club because lord knows, there will be a fight over someone eating a hot pocket that was not theirs. I like joke around just as much if not more than most. I do not like to listen to people complain about life. It could always be worse. ALWAYS. I complain to people close to me. Not because I think it isn’t annoying but because I know they care about me enough to entertain my nonsense until I get on my own nerves.
Today is Friday. Everything will be wonderful. Also, I just realized that this post counts as complaining so maybe I love you guys or something. Why else would I be telling you all of this crap that you don’t even care about? or do you? You stay classy, planet earth.