I tried to warn them.
Well I did. I told them I don't work well with him at all and that I didn't like him or his (lack of) work ethic and now I've gone and hurt his little feelings. To top it all off, I've got to live with the guy. Well this may make things awkward. I'm not sorry for whatever he heard me say because nothing I said was a lie. Maybe now he can quit pretending he's my friend and we can maintain some form of mutual apathy toward each other for the sake of keeping appearances professional.
But I don't like him. I never have and I never will. And I don't have to like him. I don't particularly care what he does or what happens to him and if he were to drop dead tomorrow I might even throw a little party. He's the everpresent thorn in my side and will be until he's gone for good. I know you can never escape shitty coworkers but I really think I'd be a much happier person if he were gone since he's constantly the source of my gripes this time around.
But whatever. I'm getting shorter every day and he's much easier to ignore when I'm at home.
August 14th, 2008 - 15:41
I, too, have difficulty containing my resentment when working with people that are a liability to whatever project I’m on. It got worse after my near-death experience 9 years ago. Why would anyone waste their limited amount of time on this planet fucking around or being a net negative?
It rrreeally bugs me sometimes.