Let's bitch about our stupid, annoying co-workers

i like all my co-workers a lot: we have a good time

We go in. I start on a fairly methodical, but OK, pitch. Two minutes in she contradicts me on whether the market is growing or declining - she says -30% decline over past 2 years, I say +2% growth. I KNOW I am right as I never go into these things without knowing the answer to this sort of basic question. I say, here's the data, look it shows a slight increase. She says, well your data must be wrong! This is urgent and key to get right as you would have fundamentally different plans for growing and declining markets. Management are not impressed. I manage to get off this point and onto the detail of the financials. She contradicts me again and sez - this isn't what we'd agreed, why don't you keep me up-to-date? IN FRONT OF THE SENIOR MANAGEMENT! SHE@S SUPPOSED TO BE HELPING ME! It goes from bad to worse.

We eventually get out. I have managed to save a moderate amount of dignity by agreeing to confirm the market data and re-model the data for a second go around next week. We get out of the room and she has a go at me for not keeping her up-to-date. I lose it TOTALLY. It's best not to into what I said, but it wasn't pleasant.

OK, this is not a co-worker, but still someone at one of our vendors, upon whom I rely to do my job. I've been here a week. He has YET to send me a report which is totally correct and hasn't had to have me query him, or more often, have him resend it with new data.

This vendor is the one that supplies almost every single client! So I can't do ANY of my work on time, and it makes me look like an idiot.

I'm still waiting for him to get back to me on the last one - and only then am I going to get to go home. Grrrrrrrr. I hate him, want to punch him in the nose!

I just came onto this thread merely to complain that there's a guy who keeps saying "soup to nuts" "soup to nuts" "I'm just here to HELP, know what I mean?" "soup to nuts" --

yr blood must still be boiling Dr. C. Is she insane? Doesn't she realize she's sabotaging herself with that kind of behavior?

My blood isn't boiling today, I tend to let these things go pretty quickly. It's only work - we live to fight another day. I spent today doing a fair bit of digging around to see what the damage was, and I think she is looking more of a fuckwit than me. And I happen to know that this loss of face matters a whole lot more to her than it does to me - she is very ambitious, highly political etc. I view it as just a job to be done to earn money. Mind you, I won't give her another chance to get me into that kind of shit again. She can do her own crashing and burning.

1 - I had no idea I was as irritated as I am by him until he wasn't here for a whole week; and

2 - the sounds he makes while eating are enough to make me want to shove a stapler through his temple.

Am I being unfair on this guy, or is my rage just?

There is a born-again type who used to sit near me who, on occasion, leaps into a conversation, into which she hasn't been invited, where an opinion that doesn't agree with her particular brand of repressive Christian lunacy has been expressed and starts quoting wildly inappropriate passages from the Bible at the participants. This doesn't annoy me as much as the effort I force myself to make to restrain myself from being unbearably rude to her...

I’ve been quoted at also, it’s hard not to say “oh fuck off, it’s not even real”

FFS!

Say you're the manager of a bistro. Is getting drunk after work and telling your assistant manager to "fuck off, you think you're so fucking clever, just fuck off" IN FRONT OF STAFF

a) Just fine?
b) An astonishingly stupid thing to do?

these same people will put milkbottles back in the fridge with two molecules of milk left in them in order to save themselves having to rinse them out and put them on the side.

the same person, ugh, ok, i've been working on a dictionary and i've been storing everything on floppy. she took a magnet and rubbed on the floppy and asked, "does it really mess up these things to rub a magnet on them?" all of my hard work, destroyed.

i. can't. see. clearly. when i'm near her.

Kill her. Eat her heart.

ok, right? and here i am, trying to learn patience and she gets sent my way. i would love to punch her in the throat, i would.

and one more thing, and i'm done. she practically eats pens. she leaves these chewed pens on my desk! all of the time. i have to use a tissue to pick it up and return it to her. the scary thing is is that these pens have been chewed down, meaning that they are a lot smaller than original size. i'm done. i promise.

jesus wept.

yikes. part of me thinks that someone who trusts the only copy of their work to a *floppy* almost deserves to lose it. email copies to yourself regularly at the very least.