from May 11, 2007
So the workday ended and I, having nothing better to do, was just sitting in the office with no intention of doing anything other than just sitting there. In the past I never would done this, for several reasons:
A- The office was full of annoying students.
B- The office was full of annoying co-workers.
C- I had no time to just hang out.
D- I had time to just hang out, so I went home and hung out there with the DVDs that love me.
Now, that’s not to say that I never hung out in the office. This is true of my whole working life- if I was ever found at work when I didn’t have to be and wasn’t doing anything, 90% of the time I was there for a very specific reason: I was trying to make it look like I was just casually hanging around when I was really hoping to run into someone. Usually a girl who had no interest in me.
Well, the last few years have been a little different. For one thing, I’ve realized that girls who have no interest in me probably won’t like me any more if I hang around hoping to run into them. For another thing, I’ve had no time to just kill time. I’ve been very busy after work so I couldn’t sit there and do nothing.
Things have changed again so I do now find myself with some time on my hands after work. It has really been a surreal experience sitting in the office and knowing that while I have nothing to do there, I also have no reason to leave.
Today was one of those days.
So what makes a workplace? I’ve always maintained that any job, no matter how repulsive, can be made bearable or even enjoyable with the right people. I’ve unloaded trucks for a living and swept up garbage, but I liked the people I worked with so it wasn’t too bad. I imagine even people who work in sewage treatment plants, with raw, untreated fecal matter up to their knees, find it a little easier to go to work if they like the people they work with.
SEWER WORKER A: “Ugh! I’ve got shit in my boots again! Damn!”
SEWER WORKER B: “Look! There’s Norm!”
SEWER WORKER A: “Norm!”
NORM: “Hey guys, what’s up?”
SEWER WORKER B: “He’s got shit in his boots again.”
NORM: “I can hose them out for you.”
SEWER WORKER A: “Thanks Norm. You rock!”
NORM: “I brought donuts today. There’s a dozen in the break room.”
SEWER WORKER A: “Ah, forget about my boots. I love working with this guy!”
SEWER WORKER B: “How come he gets a name and we don’t?”
I don’t work in a sewer, I work in a high school. Clearly, there are many similarities.
So co-workers can make or break a job. While it is very tempting, very very tempting, to name some names here, I’ll for once exercise some good judgment and refrain. However, you know who you are.
Certain people in my own department fall into the nebulous category of people I have nothing to do with. This is a very encompassing category. It includes those whom I just never run into, as well as those I avoid. So it isn’t necessarily bad to be in this category. In fact, there are really only a few people in my whole building that I actively avoid. And if you knew them you’d avoid them too.
Then there are the people I am coming to seriously dislike. For various reasons, certain people have been reassessed. I’ve had it with them/her/him. He/she/they are nearly dead to me.
Most of the people are just there. Nice enough, talk to them in the hall, not really friends, but nice enough to work with.
Others aren’t there. They pass in the hall and they don’t look at you, and you don’t look at them. They are shades.
There are a few people I do enjoy running into, though I don’t necessarily go out of my way to see them. There is actually a big number of these people.
I even have a couple of people I consider friends.
I’ve worked with some excellent people. Sadly, they all had the good sense to leave LHS. I’ve also worked with some excruciatingly bad people who had the unfortunate good sense to leave LHS. I have cared a lot about some of the people I worked with and not given a crap about a lot of the people I’ve worked with.
Personally, I don’t particularly fall into any of these categories. I tend to do my thing and leave, usually being at least marginally polite along the way.
But there are certain people who just seem to go out of their way to be obnoxious, like they really want you to dislike them. If I alienate someone I do it on purpose. If I am annoying, obnoxious, or unlikable, or if I’m just not friendly, at least credit me with knowing that I am annoying, obnoxious, unlikable, and unfriendly, and know that I am doing it on purpose to spare myself the misery of spending time with you. It is the people who don’t know they are doing it that you have to really hate.
This is why I love House. That guy acts the way I want to act at work.
But co-workers are a real drag, most of them. I’m sure you can name a few people you’d fire in a shot if you were the boss.
Never make the mistake of confusing “co-workers” with “friends”. Co-workers can be great fun, distractions from what you are supposed to be doing. In between classes or over lunch, your co-workers could be the best people to be with. But what you find funny or endearing quickly becomes annoying or disgusting when you spend hours with them after work. Small doses of some people are just what the doctor ordered, but like some medicines, large doses can kill you. Co-workers are “work friends,” not the same species but the same genus.
There are exceptions. There always are. I’ve had and have work-friends who are also friend-friends. But it doesn’t always stay that way. I have a former co-worker, a work-friend, and a supposed friend-friend, who has been snubbing me for going on two and a half months.
I’m not the best friend in the world either, but I usually return multiple phone calls, text messages, and emails, but hey, that’s just me. I’m silly that way.
I’ve tended to be a show up, do my job, go home kind of guy. It’s worked well for me, mostly. But sometimes I make the effort and go the extra mile, to use two clichés, and try to get a little closer to the people I work with. Usually, it isn’t worth it.
So what did I expect, as I sat in the office today? Frankly, nothing. I was sitting there and just hanging for the sake of having nothing better to do. Had a couple of kids come in, or some particularly bothersome co-worker, I’d have been out of there in a flash.
And for the record, when I did get up and go home, I watched Judge Judy and took a nap.
So I guess co-workers a mixed bag. Just like any other people you’re likely to meet- some good, some bad, some you’ll like, some you won’t. The trick in dealing with co-workers, or anybody, really, is this old quote: “The most important thing is sincerity. If you can fake that you’ve got it made.”
So there you go.
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