There’s a guy at work that I hate.
He sits right next to me and talks my ear off from the moment I get in until the moment I leave. He crowds my personal space, interrupts my work, and compromises my productivity.
I try everything I can to get him to stop his relentless yammering. But on he goes. “This job is pointless.” “This place stinks.” “What are we doing here anyway?” “Why do we bother to get up in the morning?” “I’ll never amount to anything.”
I try everything I can think of to block him out. I glare. I shake my head. I roll my eyes. I turn my back. I put on headphones and try to drown him out. But still he keeps talking.
It’s like this every day from 8:30 a.m. to 5 p.m., Monday through Friday. This guy never calls in sick, he never takes a vacation, and he never has a day when he just doesn’t feel like talking.
How am I supposed to work in an environment like that?
I know, I know. I should pay a visit to human resources, or talk to my supervisor, or ask to switch seats.
We all have work to do, and it’s not fair that I should have to put up with a constant stream of abuse all day.
I mean, this is the 21st century.
We have codes of conduct and standards and ethics that we have to uphold.
We cannot verbally harass our co-workers.
There is no gray area here.
I am in the right.
There’s just one little problem, however.
That guy is me.