for a long time, i thought the new guy maybe just didn’t like me. i mean, he started out seeming to like me; he asked my input, he empathised with my frustration at the multiple layers of completing what should be simple tasks. but then the weather changed or something. maybe he lost more hair. maybe it was the fact that my kneecaps occasionally show and he’s apparently ultra-ultra-conservative. but soon, we went from him asking me if i was okay, to my asking him what the #&*$ his problem was.
okay, maybe i didn’t ask him wtf the problem was. but i did ask. repeatedly.
so now we apparently avoid each other. or, more specifically, he avoids me. because, see, i can’t actually avoid him altogether – unfortunately i need his squishy-self to actually interact with me occasionally to get my job done…. well, actually, i don’t, but his job title being what it is, i do, so i digress… on the flipside, he can get his job done almost entirely devoid of any contact or interaction with me at all. i don’t know how well he can do it (yes i do – not well) but he can and does get by without talking to me sometimes for days at a time.
my point, and i do have one, is that this lack or respect for me has recently been revealed as not being solely for me. oh, no. it’s much bigger than that. he apparently has little to no respect for the boss either. presumebly because she, too, is a woman.
i provide this example: the other day i arrived for work on time as usual, and about a half hour into the day, the receptionist came to tell me that this guy would not be in today. he had some lame excuse about why. allow me to interject that in the totem pole of my office, there’s the boss, then him, then me. at least, on paper. so for him to have called the receptionist and told her he was essentially taking the day off, and not even telling her to tell me already shows that he really didn’t give a $hit what i thought about it. now, as the day wears on, i start to realize that i haven’t heard from the boss all day. which is wierd, considering that ordinarily, if the guy is in, she talks to him about a dozen times a day, so if he’s not it, well, obviously she talks to me. and she didn’t. all day. so by the end of the day it sort of dawned on me what happened… which was confirmed for me when she and i talked about it later.
because it seems that he didn’t feel the need to let her know he was taking the day off, either. not before he did. not the day he was out. not even the next day. it wasn’t until she point-blank said something to him about how she had been emailing him all day long and leaving him voicemails and had really wanted some things done and that she didn’t know he was going to be out that he said, oh, yes, i was out.
well, no $hit, sherlock!
so he has no respect for me. he has no respect for her. which means he’s essentially bookended by people he couldn’t give a rat’s ass about. that makes me so incredibly thrilled to get up in the morning and go to work each day. really. you don’t even know.
no respect, no respect at all