Every office has one. The scapegoat. The hated one.
At mine, we’re blessed with two. One is just, shall we say, lazy. And incompetent. The other has no sense of personal space. You know what I’m talking about. Hovering over your shoulder, breathing practically into your face, slapping you on the back, somehow accidentally stepping on your foot as you converse in the hallway – even though you’re standing FACING each other.
It’s a little easier to deal with when everyone else is around. You roll your eyes, sigh and get on with it. But there are times when it’s just the two of you holding down the fort. Those are the days I dread.
I try to bite my lip and grit my teeth, but everytime colleague 1 calls my name, I want to scream. You know how little kids call out “Mu-um!!” in that whiney, demanding tone? That’s EXACTLY how he addresses me. Or maybe it’s not, and I’m just projecting my feelings onto him because it’s always followed up by a request to pawn bum work off onto me.
What are your tips for dealing with difficult workmates?