My Anger Monster Is Escaping
Posted by Jamie C. Baker
Last Thursday morning was one of those mornings that is best spent under the covers. Due to unforeseen circumstances, my husband and I went into work an hour late. Since my boss was out and the second in command was also out recovering from surgery, I called one of the other supervisors to let her know I was running a bit behind. There’s nothing dictating I inform her, but I felt it was right to let someone in the office know instead of just showing up an hour late without warning anyone.
I arrived at the office at nine and began to double check the accountability report; this needs to be sent to the main office in Virginia as well as to our branch chief and must list everyone who is absent or taking leave for part of the day. As I suspected, Tubberpottimus, who sometimes does this report when I am out, had marked me as absent for the entire day. As I went about fixing the report, I noticed she had also marked me on the shared office calendar as absent for the entire day. I deleted the entry, repaired the report and resent it to the main office and to my boss.
My next task was going through my emails. The supervisor who I had phoned earlier in the day had forwarded me an email she received from Tubberpottimus. It rudely stated “Well, I guess I’m stuck doing the accountability report, so send it to me.” The supervisor had replied “My apologies for not telling you, but Jamie will be a little late today. She phoned me this morning since [my boss] is out today.” So obviously, Tubberpottimus had the information that I would be in and STILL informed the main office, my boss, and put on the public calendar that I was out. She also went back and added a bunch of entries to the calendar stating I was off on days I was present for work.
Obviously I was present and I made that clear by sending the correct accountability report; I don’t have remote access to my work email and have no way whatsoever of sending that email unless my ass is in my office chair. That properly takes care of covering my ass, as does phoning the supervisor this morning since my boss was out today. After deleting the incorrect calendar entries she had created for my “absences,” I changed her posting permissions so she can no longer post any entries whatsoever to the shared calendar. The purpose of the calendar is threefold; it allows me to mark absences and appointments on my accountability report with ease each day, it allows easy viewing of teleconferences and other events, and it is a reference to the office on who is out each week. There is no point or purpose in going back weeks or months and marking absences, real or imagined, because no one needs that as a reference after the fact. Tubberpottimus was simply being petty and I’m tired of it.
This beast of a woman has made it clear from the second week of my employment that she doesn’t like me. Since I refused to gossip with her about a drama-filled employee, among other things that are none of my business, I have landed a permanent place on her shit list. Since I’m a private person at work, she has resorted to making up gossip about me since there isn’t any real gossip to tell, such as I have snuck off to have a secret lunch with a soldier in the office, who I can’t stand by the way and who I supposedly had lunch with at a time I was stuck in a staff meeting. Throughout my employment here, she has tried multiple times to get me to gossip about various people in the office and even my own mother-in-law. Each time I refuse, she despises me more.
She’s tried multiple times to get me in trouble with my boss, claiming I take personal calls at work (I’ve taken maybe three within almost two years, while she takes at least three per day, usually more). She has complained to him about my “rude behavior,” which he dismissed since he has never once witnessed me being rude nor has anyone else ever complained about me. On multiple occasions, she has CCd him on emails where she tries to claim I have failed to do my job properly, something I always prove wrong, as I save every email under the sun (Covering Your Ass, the most important part of any job) and I always am able to forward the emails proving I did what she claims I failed to do.
She calls me a bitch, a brat, a spoiled little girl getting by on her looks alone, lazy, and countless other things under her breath throughout the day. It would bother me if not for the fact that she’s morbidly obese, smells like old cheese, and is so unhappy with her pathetic existence that the only job she can get out of the day is from belittling others and vicariously living through her daughter as she prepares to be married. Tubberpottimus is a pathetic excuse for a human being and someone like that isn’t going to hurt me by calling me a stuck-up snob. Truly, throughout all her nonsense, I feel sorry for the woman at the end of the day.
I am sorry to say that I did end up bothered by what she did today. I detest the woman, but I’m not rude to her, I don’t call her names (out loud), I don’t belittle her or try to do anything to jeopardize her job (even though I could easily, as she spends the majority of her day doing things that have nothing to do with work and has been planning a wedding on company time), I don’t spread rumors about her, I don’t post her name on here and attempt to embarrass her publicly, I don’t try to get her in trouble with her own supervisor; I do nothing but treat her the way I treat every other person in here. As much as I would love to tell her what a vile and worthless person she is, I refrain from doing so and mind my own business. I have done nothing to deserve her wrath and done nothing to deserve the kind of treatment she doles out.
You don’t have to like your coworkers, you only need to tolerate them for the duration of your work day. Once the clock hits your clock-out time, they cease to exist and you get to leave them behind until the next day. They don’t need to become friends you see on weekends or people you exchange fun emails and text messages with. You’re not obligated to buy them birthday and Christmas presents or ask them about their kids on a regular basis. Just be polite, be civil, do your job and don’t cause trouble.
As far as Tubberpottimus goes, she is set to retire by the end of the year and I only wish it was coming by the end of the month. I truly don’t know if I have the self-control to hold back and not say something to her fat face before she retires because I feel that by not speaking up, I am telling her “I am a weak person, please feel free to treat me like garbage.” I don’t go to my boss and whine as she did because he’s too busy for elementary school nonsense and it’s not his problem. I do desire to do something though, as I’m beyond fed up and I don’t get paid enough to deal with her bullshit. There has been a Tubberpottimus of sorts at every job I’ve held, but she has been the worst, hands down, and while she isn’t pushing me to a breaking point, she is pushing me to the “I’m going to get in your face and make you cry” point. I’m just at a total loss as to what to do….