An open letter to my fellow employees...
Dear fellow employees in general,
If I do not ask for your help with something, it means that I probably don't need it. While I understand that you have good intentions, the road to hell is paved with such. Unsolicited assistance is actually not appreciated and quite annoying--particularly when the task is something as simple as pouring sweet and sour sauce into little cups, putting lids on them, and then putting them in a bucket. This is not rocket science It does not require two people. I can do it on my own.
And sometimes, I'm actually taking my time on purpose. On days like today, when I'm working the entire bloody day, I like to have things to do to keep me from dying of boredom. So I take my time a bit so the job will last longer so I'll have less time to fill when it's done. You descending on me with a bucket and babbling about how you're helping me is, in fact, NOT HELPING. Go away and let me do the job you have given me.
Especially if you are That One Guy. Seriously, find your own goddamn work and let me do my own. It doesn't matter what I'm doing--you always seem to try and take over. Stop it.
And if you are That One Girl? Hate to break it to you, but showing up for work does not constitute earning your paycheck. Nor does standing around and criticizing everything I do, especially when I am not scheduled and have come in out of charity to help with Buffet Night. If you are notorious for not doing anything at work (and for flirting with the manager every chance you get), you should not be throwing stones at me.
And while we're on the subject, I'm very sorry you have PMS. However, I get that on occasion as well, and it has yet to cause me to make enormous messes all over our work space. It's not a reason, it's an excuse. Knock it off.
And to That Older Guy: Barging into a conversation Cook and I were having about my apartment hunt was rude enough. But to do so by making a comment that I need a boyfriend living with me to "cool me down" and "warm me up" when we were talking about utility bills was not only rude, but entirely uncalled for and unappreciated. I do not "need" a boyfriend to do anything, thank you very much, and I despise that particular way of thinking, that women "need" men in their lives to do anything.
While I have you here, That Older Guy, I am also getting very sick and tired of you constantly pecking at the way I do things simply because I don't do them exactly the way you do, and disguising those criticisms as pointers by beginning them with the phrase, "Let me give you a little tip." I do not want "tips." There is nothing wrong with the way I do things--please remember that you were the one who trained me in the Italian department in the first place, so why not trust in that? The job is done, and it is done relatively well. Leave me be.
No love,
~ Me
If I do not ask for your help with something, it means that I probably don't need it. While I understand that you have good intentions, the road to hell is paved with such. Unsolicited assistance is actually not appreciated and quite annoying--particularly when the task is something as simple as pouring sweet and sour sauce into little cups, putting lids on them, and then putting them in a bucket. This is not rocket science It does not require two people. I can do it on my own.
And sometimes, I'm actually taking my time on purpose. On days like today, when I'm working the entire bloody day, I like to have things to do to keep me from dying of boredom. So I take my time a bit so the job will last longer so I'll have less time to fill when it's done. You descending on me with a bucket and babbling about how you're helping me is, in fact, NOT HELPING. Go away and let me do the job you have given me.
Especially if you are That One Guy. Seriously, find your own goddamn work and let me do my own. It doesn't matter what I'm doing--you always seem to try and take over. Stop it.
And if you are That One Girl? Hate to break it to you, but showing up for work does not constitute earning your paycheck. Nor does standing around and criticizing everything I do, especially when I am not scheduled and have come in out of charity to help with Buffet Night. If you are notorious for not doing anything at work (and for flirting with the manager every chance you get), you should not be throwing stones at me.
And while we're on the subject, I'm very sorry you have PMS. However, I get that on occasion as well, and it has yet to cause me to make enormous messes all over our work space. It's not a reason, it's an excuse. Knock it off.
And to That Older Guy: Barging into a conversation Cook and I were having about my apartment hunt was rude enough. But to do so by making a comment that I need a boyfriend living with me to "cool me down" and "warm me up" when we were talking about utility bills was not only rude, but entirely uncalled for and unappreciated. I do not "need" a boyfriend to do anything, thank you very much, and I despise that particular way of thinking, that women "need" men in their lives to do anything.
While I have you here, That Older Guy, I am also getting very sick and tired of you constantly pecking at the way I do things simply because I don't do them exactly the way you do, and disguising those criticisms as pointers by beginning them with the phrase, "Let me give you a little tip." I do not want "tips." There is nothing wrong with the way I do things--please remember that you were the one who trained me in the Italian department in the first place, so why not trust in that? The job is done, and it is done relatively well. Leave me be.
No love,
~ Me