fuck this job.com

My splendid co-worker - the hostile one whom EVERYONE in our department has a problem with or complaint about. The one who makes the LOUDEST phone calls on earth. The one who has the LOUDEST conversations with other coworkers and during these conversations tells them the same monotonous, boring stories about his ugly little grandson. The coworker who is famous for needlessly curt emails and is often purposely unhelpful. The one spends his whole day going back and forth between his cubicle and the department manager's for no real reason other than poking his head into other people's business and having no actual social life outside the workplace. The one who meddles in everyone else's affairs. The one who oozes all over any decent looking woman under the age of 35 who comes within a 10 foot radius of him...had the gall to tell me that I should keep my personal calls to a minimum.

Right.

Since we've been sharing space I've made MAYBE three personal phone calls. I listen to talk radio, but keep it low enough to not bother my officemates. I purposely listen to my iPod via headphones on the off-chance my officemates find the music distasteful. And you know what else? My mother lives three time zones away and is difficult to get a hold of, as our schedules are quite different. If she calls me at work (a fucking rarity) I'm not going to kick her off the phone - one ten-minute conversation with my mother is not inappropriate. And even if it is, TOO FUCKING BAD. I don't complain about his HUNDREDS of workplace faux pas. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK HIM.

This is the same person about whom I received a phone call from a former coworker who was desperately seeking my help in dealing with this person because he was being so mean and unhelpful. This former coworker knew that it was not my job to help her anymore, but honestly felt entirely helpless and frustrated.

Right, I'm the problem coworker.