First, I'd like to thank everyone who reads this blog, especially those who have Blehs of their own to deal with at work. In this wacky economy we can't exactly jump from job to job, especially when no one's hiring. (So no, I'm not going anywhere for now.) (Yay, more schadenfreude!)
That said, recently, I had a light-bulb moment when I read what an anonymous commenter (12:03PM) wrote:
"...in my case everyone else seems to be pleased by my co-worker! I am convinced my co-worker as a serious personality disorder."Whoa! I'd never thought of that before but in Bleh's case, it adds up!
- She's syrupy-sweet to the Supervisor (and to anyone in any sort of authority), but the juggernaut that is her self-centered M.O. shines through in her dealings with me and other coworkers (who also have admitted disliking her). She's like M1chigan J Frog, but evil!
- She constantly proclaims how great her kids are and how "awesome" their relationship is, but can't bother to take them to the ER, for example.
- Or she'll run around gossiping about the very people she pretends to be friends with at the office so she'll have as much attention showered on her as possible.
Yep, she's BONKERS, but functionally so. I gotta say it's both impressive and terrifying she's managed to keep her job for 5 years!
Oh, I promised something about horse-laughs, didn't I? Well, in a meeting this afternoon with a vendor, she kept inserting off-topic nonsense about her kids into the discussion (like anyone cares!) and laughing her loud, obnoxious horse-laugh at almost everything the visitors said. It was an hour and a half of murder.
3 comments:
LOL! Keep the stories coming! Been reading your blog for three years now! I googled "I hate my co-workers," as a way to find info to deal with the six Bleh's I used to work with, and found your awesome blog! Hope you can find something new soon - I was crossing my fingers to you after your "interview" post. Last year, I escaped the living hell where I worked after I became a Special Ed Teacher. I found a program in my city that offered evening classes/training for people with BA degrees who wanted to transition into teaching. I was approaching 30 and couldn't stomach the thought of being trapped in office purgatory for as long as the other freaks I worked with. The only thing they looked forward to was the 30 year company ring with the diamonds in it. And the only thing they ever talked about was how wonderful high school was. Still don't know how I survived six years of that hell-hole...
Thanks, allcatsaregrey79!
I KNOW that horse laugh! 1 year and 6 months of HELL with a QUEEN BLEH at my work, I don't know whether to scream or cry most days, it's absolutely relentless, and she just would not shut up! Reading your blog is the first time I can actually laugh about it. It's therapy! Thank you thank you thank you.
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