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Does this make me a horrible person?

December 4, 2008
Does this make me a horrible person?

There’s a woman at work — a year out of college and in her first professional job as a paralegal — who, some times, makes me want to just slap her silly.

Why? She’s nice. No, not the pleasant, you’re-glad-you-know-them sort of person that we all know. Rather, the insufferable pleasant kind of nice. You know exactly the person I’m talking about: every single day she greets you with a big, saccharine-filled smile and asks in a chipper tone, “Good morning! How are you doing?”

Before you’ve had a cup of coffee.

This woman is my bane, my arch nemesis, without even knowing it. I’m a “leave me the hell alone” sort of person usually, especially first thing in the morning. I don’t want to make small talk with her in the best of circumstances, let alone in a pre-caffeinated state. She makes matters worse because she used to sit in the office next to mine, and one day saw me reading a New York Rangers game-day email, and proceeded to stand in my office talking about the Rangers for half an hour despite my trying to show I needed to do something. Anything.

So now I have to duck conversations about the Rangers on top of everything else — me, who loves to talk about this team. One trick I’ve taken to using is putting on my wireless headset before walking out of my office and pretending I’m on a call, using hand motions to show I can’t talk. That doesn’t normally enter my head first thing in the morning, though, because well, I need my damned coffee before I can talk coherently.

Naturally, she ambushed me this morning in the kitchen area, asking if I’d seen the Ranger game last night (I didn’t, I was working late). All I could do was stand there and mumble something about being tired from working late and needing to get my coffee. She babbled on the entire time I was pouring my coffee.

I beat a hasty retreat.

Jeebus save me.

One Response to Does this make me a horrible person?

  • Ha! No, that doesn’t make you a bad person. You’d be a bad person if you were mean to her, but you’re not.

    Gods, I hate cheerful people.

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