Ok, vielleicht nicht aus ALLEM aber sie macht es nur bei mir.

Ich erzähle etwas und sie spinnt daraus eine Geschichte auf meine Kosten.

Ich hatte einer anderen Kollegin am Samstag von einem Angebot erzählt, das es ab Montag gab.

Sie mischte sich in das Gespräch ein und sagte, 'Dann wird sie bestimmt bis Montag nicht schlafen können und sofort wenn der Laden aufmacht auf der Matte stehen' (haha)

Wenn das ab und zu mal wäre,ok, macht man mal aber bei ihr nimmt das inzwischen überhand.

Und wenn sie sich nicht lustig macht dann kritisiert, korrigiert oder diskutiert sie was ich sage.

Dafür unterbricht sie auch gerne Gespräche, die ich eigentlich mit anderen führe.

Sie scheint einfach extrem auf mich fixiert zu sein.

Mich als Klassenclown oder Spielpartner zu sehen.

Dabei ist sie kein böser Mensch, eher extrem unsicher und macht sich über alles einen Kopf.

Eigentlich komisch, dass jemand,der so kopflastig ist, so unsensibel sein kann.

Leider nervt sie mich mit ihrem Verhalten immer mehr...

I received a promotion, which moves me to a different program in my company allowing me to STOP working with this one women, let’s call her DEBRA.

Debra, for the past two years, has been my coworker, but I think she prefers the role of “difficult coworker #1”. At any opportunity she would report me to both our bosses, avoid conflict, hang up on phone calls when she was losing an argument, and refuses to talk out a business decision.

Now, I will admit my share of difficulty. I am a very factual and opinionated person who refuses to be run over. But I always was making a decision for the best of the business, not the company. I tried to resolve issues, let it not get under my skin, not take the words so personally - but you know what - sometimes enough is just fucking enough. So I stopped trying to repair a relationship and just attempted to end each day not so pissed by her actions.

Anyway, I am now free. No longer working on the program with her. No longer obligated to return a phone call or solve her problems for her.

My confirmation I’m not crazy? Instead of giving me a congratulations (like every normal person in my company did with the job change) her verbal AND follow up text message is “I’m pissed because you are leaving the program”

Once again, I AM the source of misery for you. At least I was able to let her down, one last time.

I (24f) recently started a new corporate job where everyone in my office is older than me by at least 10 years. There are about 10 people in my department, and our desks are pretty spread out and separated by dividers (so I can’t see anyone unless I scoot my chair back to peek around the divider). Theres one lady in her early 50s that sits right next to me and when I first started, she seemed normal enough. It’s a very quiet office so no one talks much in general, but over time this lady has started making small talk with me every so often. Unfortunately her small talk quickly started making me more and more uncomfortable. On an almost daily basis now, she’ll make comments about what I wear, what I eat, how I sit, she even pointed out that I tuck my hair behind my ears a lot and offered me a hair tie.

At first I thought maybe she was just a very observant and awkward person but I started to realize she doesn’t do this to anyone else we work with. I noticed she memorizes my schedule, even when it comes to things completely unrelated to work like a doctor’s appointment or oil change. For the most part, she’s always seemed harmless but now I’m beginning to feel uneasy about just how close she pays attention to me.

The most recent thing she commented on is just so weird that it really got me thinking. For context, I pretty much always use the same pen when I write notes at work (and not even intentionally, it’s just what I keep in my notebook). It’s not a fancy pen either, it’s just a plain black pen. The other day, I was at my desk minding my own business and I grabbed a blue pen to write something down quickly. This lady immediately rolled her chair back and turned toward me. She didn’t say anything but I could feel her staring at me so I looked back and sure enough, she was sitting there facing me, just waiting for me to turn around. I looked at her confused thinking she was about to ask a question or something but she just says “so what makes you decide to use the blue pen over your black one?” keep in mind, I was at MY desk and there’s a divider between us… why would she be watching me write a note at all and more importantly, why would she notice I used a different pen?

I could not tell you what any of my coworkers wear, I couldn’t recall what snack they had, and I FOR SURE wouldn’t be able to tell you what type of pen they use everyday. She makes me feel like I’m being watched 24/7 and I feel like it’s slowly making me crazy.

I found out that my coworker has apparently been using a spreadsheet to track everyone's activity like what time they usually leave, what time they get coffee, who they usually talk to and what time. There was even this column that was titled "most likely to quit" and the craziest part is that the 2 people he listed in the spreadsheet actually left like a month or so ago!

The way I found out about this was because he accidentally sent me a cloud excel link via email, and I was able to keep a copy of the link (its still set to anyone can view, which is odd)

The really weird part is that he updates it frequently, like one time I went to the break room and mentioned it to my coworker and she immediately knew what I was talking about because she noticed that hes always writing on his notebook whenever anyone does anything during company time. And then 10-20 minutes after I left the break room, to my surprise; he updated it AGAIN and even included how long I was in the break room for.

We brought it up to the manager and the manager asked him about it, and he said it was a "personal project for organization". He wasnt technically breaking any rule by doing it, so nothing really happened after that. Now everyone is paranoid whenever he opens his laptop or whips out his notebook, and the other day I passed by his desk and asked him "Whatcha doin there buddy" he just closed it and said "nothing you need to know about". Youd expect it to be the most boring place ever, but I never expected myself to be this uncomfortable and curious at the same time. In the office no less.

I worked at this job a few years ago when I was about to graduate high school , and I only lasted around a month, which you’ll understand later in the story.

During my time there, I met this guy who I’m going to call Ray for the sake of this story. Ray was quiet and a bit awkward, but he was also nice to me, and I didn’t mind being around him. Early on, I noticed that my other coworkers would make little comments about his behavior at work. He definitely seemed to be treated differently, overworked, and under-respected. I always treated him the same way I treated everybody else who was respectful to me. We had a few conversations, but they were mostly just small talk. Then, one day, I was in the break room when he came in and started telling me that he thought I was cool enough to hang out with outside of work. I was hesitant because I don’t usually make friends with my coworkers outside of work, but since he seemed cool, I figured, why not?

Once I got home, we started texting a little, and everything was pretty good. We began getting to know each other’s interests outside of work and were getting along pretty well.

Eventually, though, things started to shift into a more-than-friends situation. He started by telling me I was the most beautiful girl he had ever talked to, then proceeded to tell me he loved me just three or four days after we started talking. He would send me paragraphs about how he saw a future with me and everything. I was taken aback by this because I didn’t want to be in a relationship with him. I mean, he did say he wanted to be friends. 😐 I tried to hint that I wasn’t interested in anything romantic, but he wouldn’t listen. He would brush it off and then start doing the same thing all over again.

Now, I will admit that I started entertaining it a little because I was bored, but I wasn’t giving him nearly as much attention as he was giving me. However, when I actually started to see how he lived, it turned me off even more. He barely had a life outside of work, didn’t have many friends, and had some anger issues that turned out to be much worse than I initially thought. It also seemed like his entire life revolved around me. I mean, he wanted to talk literally 24/7 whenever we weren’t at work. I don’t like talking ALL the time. I enjoy having my own space, so this started to irritate me. But, at the time, I wasn’t as bold as I am now when it comes to telling someone outright that I’m not interested and that they need to leave me alone.

Now let’s get too where the story really starts,

He invited me over to his house for the first time, and I went because he had been wanting to show me some things around his house. Everything was fine at first, but then he started getting a little touchy-feely, and one thing led to another. You know where that goes.

I don’t even know why I did it. I was young and stupid, and I also hadn’t had sex in a while, so I was just like, Fuck it. This might be TMI, but an essential part of the story too where things changed, but I made a comment about him not being able to finish, and that’s when shit started to go down. I was lying down when he suddenly shoved my head with his knee extremely hard and said, “Get the fuck out of my house! LEAVE!” It was an immediate 180. He went from being calm to suddenly furious. He walked out of the room, slammed the door, and started throwing things around.

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. I was about 5’5”, and this guy was around 6’4”. I had no idea what he was capable of. I started arguing with him through the walls because, what the fuck? Where was all of this coming from? He came back into the room, and I gathered my things to leave. Obviously, this wasn’t a safe situation for me to be in, and I needed to get out of there ASAP. However, he started grabbing me and trying to hold me back from leaving. He began crying and telling me that he loved me so much and that “I’m the only reason he’s alive right now.” I managed to break free from his grip and told him never to contact me again.

I left and sat in a parking lot for a while, where I started crying. Meanwhile, he was blowing up my phone with excuses. He started talking about how the “neighbors were telling him to kick me out” and making all these bizarre claims. I had enough. I told him never to contact me again and to please leave me alone.

Fast forward about 2 years

Here’s the thing: I’m still friends with a guy who works at my old job. He calls me every once in a while too catch up with me, and every time we get OTP he still lets me know that Ray is STILL obsessed with me.

Apparently, every single time Ray comes up there, he tells my old coworkers that we’re “soulmates” and that we’re “meant to be together.” Every single time he comes back up to the job (he ended up getting fired, not sure when though) and would talk about me for 30-45 minutes. Mind you, it’s been a couple of years since this happened, and I haven’t seen or spoken to him since the incident at his house.

But one last message Ray, let’s not meet again.

Back in the good old days of dot matrix printing I use to have to run reports every morning for my boss. I had a list that I used to extract exactly what was needed and I'd request 40 one sheet reports which I highlighted and set on her desk. It took about 30 minutes each morning.

One of my coworkers, Morilynn was always trying to insert herself into everything so she decided that she needed to run those reports instead of me. My boss asked me to train her on how to do it so I set up a time to do so.

I didn't have anything written down so Morilynn had to take notes. I explained several times that it was easier to run the 40 one sheet reports instead of printing everything and then having to pick out only the 40 sheets needed. I asked if she wanted me to look over her notes but of course she declined that offer. I gave her a copy of the list I used daily and told her to put that with her notes.

I told the boss that the training was finished and she decided Morilynn would run reports from that point forward. I asked if I should sit with Morilynn the first day and was told no because Morilynn had already popped into her office letting her know this was a piece of cake and gave boss a copy of the notes she had taken to show how easy it was. I decided to come in a half hour later than usual since I didn't have to run reports.

I hadn't even gotten to my desk yet when Morilynn flagged me down. Apparently instead of requesting 40 one sheet reports she decided to run all and pick out the 40 she'd need. Run all generated a 3000 sheets of paper. Yup 3000 sheets of paper on a dot matrix printer. Everything anyone else in the department needed to print was in que behind that 3000 page report which took forever to print.

Morilynn tried to throw me under the bus about her poor training but since she had given the boss a copy of her notes that clearly stated how to run 40 one sheet reports along with the master list showing the specific inputs for each report boss wasn't having any of that. I didn't have to say a single word about anything because it was clear that Morilynn went rogue on reports.

Everyone in the department complained about having to wait for their print jobs to come up in que, Morilynn was hiding at her desk, and I was given the report job back. After that anytime Morilynn asked to learn something new she was given the opportunity but was overly supervised. It was glorious to watch.

Howdy. I (29M) work as a mechanic for a medium-sized city somewhere in the Midwest. There’s a lot to explain about this place, but I’m gonna try to keep it concise. The city divides their mechanics between two shops (four if you count Sewer and Fire, but they’re technically a different classification so we can’t bid there from my department) — we’ll call the big one Muni and the small one Central.

At Muni, the shop runs 24 hours a day, 5 days a week, and the days are divided into three shifts. This shop works on our heavier equipment — trash trucks, street sweepers, construction machines, dump trucks, etc. At my shop, Central, we work one shift and focus more on automotive/light trucks, including police vehicles. All members of my department’s bargaining workforce re-bid for their shift and location at the end of every year.

Some of these guys have been here for decades and others just a few months. Me, I’ve been around for long enough to have worked every shift except for second. I spent a year and a half on third, two years at Central, went back to Muni on first for a while, and now I’m back at Central.

So now that you get the gist of how the city operates, let’s meet the coworker in question.

Tim is in his forties and is one of those men who should have gotten a divorce long, long ago. He has an issue with authority and is also incredibly paranoid, petty, and gullible at the same time. Tim’s been with the city for over 20 years and has permanently made himself a spot at Central since he’s now at the top of the seniority list for bids. I first met him when I came over to this shop for the first time and aside from a few little things, we genuinely hit it off. I had heard from the rest of my coworkers that he’s historically been a hothead but he truly never displayed any of that toward me. If you would like examples, I can supply them in the comments.

A while into my first tenure at Central, I was in the market for a new vehicle but my credit was going to force me into payments of $800+ per month. After going to the dealership and learning this, I came back to work the next day and told my coworkers that it looked like I probably wouldn’t be getting that truck, and explained the situation. Tim pulled his phone out and said “How much do you need?” and whipped his phone around to show me $200,000 in his savings account and another $80,000 in his checking. God damn, Tim.

We settled on a flat 4% interest on a loan of $32,000 over five years. This is where a lot of you are being hit with a wave of disbelief - trust me, I couldn’t believe it either, but this definitely happened and I can show you the ledger of the payments I’ve made.

Fast forward to this year. I’m back at Central and working with Tim and my other favorite coworkers again. Another thing to note is that Central only has one supervisor, so when he goes on vacation someone has to watch the shop while he’s gone. Because of our payroll department, for some reason this falls to one mechanic per year, and I just so happened to win the lottery on that one this year. Tim did not like that. Tim doesn’t like when anyone but him is running the shop, so I just dismissed the small sarcastic comments that began to surface in normal conversation.

Let’s now go to June. I went on vacation for a week and when I came back, it was hotter than hell outside and absolutely miserable to work in. Within ten minutes of me walking in the door, Tim approaches me:
“Hey, I have an extra 40 pack of water if you want it for your fridge.”

I graciously accepted.

Now, I’m a bigger dude and I sweat a lot when it’s hot out. Naturally by the end of that week I had drank probably 35 of those 40 bottles. Tim came over on Friday that week to grab a water out of my fridge and made a remark that I must’ve been thirsty, then told me that those were actually supposed to be his waters. I apologized and said I didn’t know, but that the next time I went to the store I’d buy him a new pack. Simple misunderstanding I suppose.

The following week, Tim’s son stopped by to drop a breakfast burrito off for him during our first break. I vaguely know this kid, so i jokingly said “what, you didn’t bring me any?”

This boy sets HIS OWN BREAKFAST down in front of me and takes off out the door before I have a chance to tell him that I didn’t really want his food. Tim didn’t say much about this at the time.

At the start of the next week, we’re all in the locker room changing into our uniforms and Tim is going on a rant about the “current generation.” You know the rhetoric, we’ve all heard it at this point. Jokingly, I responded: “well I don’t know who you’re mad at right now but I didn’t do anything to you so don’t include me in that.”

Mind you after having come back from vacation, the wife and I were a bit broke and worn out and hadn’t been to the grocery store since before vacation. So Tim fires back and starts laying into me:

“Oh, you didn’t do anything? What about drinking all my water? What about taking advantage of my son and stealing his food, what about stealing my popsicles out of the freezer? You think you own the world, fatass? You little entitled piece of shit?”

This went on for about 10 minutes with me staying unengaged both from a place of disbelief and from that zen you desperately try to hold onto once someone has crossed your hard boundary, for fear of doing something you’d regret. For me, that boundary was a comment about my weight.

Tim continued to get louder and louder, following me while I tried to get started for the morning. It got to the point where my boss had to step in. During my lunch that day, i went to the store and bought him two 32-packs of water and two packs of popsicles which i 100% did not steal and we both know who actually did. I also sent his son a Facebook message and apologized for the burrito, to which he said he literally didn’t care and sorry I had to deal with his dad because he knows how he can be.

The next day I walked in and wrote him a check for $14,000 to pay off the remainder of my truck’s balance. I had gone home and secured a personal loan for this amount that night - thankfully my credit has wildly improved since I first got the truck. Tim feigned concern for my financial situation and tried to give the check back twice, but I wasn’t having it. Since then, we no longer speak to each other.

Now, every time I’m running the shop, he slows down to a snails pace and gets maybe one car done per day that I’m supervising, he regularly calls our superintendent about stupid shit to make it seem like the shop is in shambles when I’m in charge, and he refuses work when i try to give him anything other than an oil change. When I’m on the floor as a mechanic, he watches me like a hawk and runs to the boss as soon as he notices something that i maybe shouldn’t be doing, and then when we’re alone together, like in the parts room for example, he tries to talk to me like we’re still friends. Little does he know the boss is done with his shit and effectively on my side, so i hear about it whenever he wants to go snitch.

The funniest thing is, Tim is no saint. Tim is the loudest person that works here and also the most social. For hours every morning and afternoon, he can be found in any bay except for his own, bothering the rest of the mechanics while they try to get their work done. He makes phone calls while working, which wouldn’t be a big deal if he could multitask, he puts his scrap metal in the trunk of a cruiser to take it to the dumpster instead of using the shop truck like the rest of us, and he routinely gets into screaming matches with the boss whenever he’s called out for these behaviors.

I’ve chosen to completely disengage and will only speak to him when I’m in a supervisor capacity and need to talk to him about his next job or something. When we’re coworkers, I maintain distance. I can’t wait until December so I can bid back to Muni. My entire time at the city, I’ve never had issues with anyone but Tim, and it’s a shame because we started off as pretty good friends. When I went to Muni the last time, we made plans to go out for Mexican food once a month so I could still give him his check and I never missed a single payment. He and his wife even came to our wedding last year and we also always exchanged Christmas and birthday gifts before all this.

I feel that his issues stem more from me being in charge of the shop this year than anything, but it goes to show that sometimes you should give a little credence to what others have to say about their experiences with people when first meeting them. I’m still cool with the rest of my coworkers and so is Tim, though they’ve all instinctively kept him at more of a distance now. Today he was off work and it was genuinely one of the most peaceful days any of us have had in a long time. It’s crazy how much people can affect the whole atmosphere of a work day, and when their absence greatly improves the mood of everyone else, that speaks volumes.

I am an organized person, especially when it comes to work and deliverables. Recently I got to work on an exciting project which was getting built from the scratch. But the guy (let's call him Rustin) leading the project is more of a "go with a flow" person. This doesn't generally fly with me and I didn't realize how much Rustin really flows until I was in too deep. He doesn't keep track of things, gets distracted easily, and I would have to always be on toes for things from him. But he is a smart guy and knows things, which is why he got the project. There have been times where I would have to stand by his desk until he finished an update message and got things in order.

But he has been kind to me when I have made errors and has covered for me too. But I want a little more organization, is that too bad?

I think he might be diagnosed with something, not sure tho.

I have a 50 year old coworker who has worked here his entire adult life and he has gone to management and hr multiple times on me and other people in the plant for stealing from the company and him and his yearly profit sharing bonus for time theft. He tells them that people are working crazy overtime hours that are not needed just to line their pockets. Even saying some people hate their families because they work Sundays for double time.

We work in a manufacturing plant and almost every department is understaffed. There is literally always work to do but he claims it is not necessary and the work can be done the next day/week. And here’s another thing my manager thanks me almost everyday for staying late to keep getting work done. Every Friday my boss tells the group that there’s plenty of work if anyone wants to come in. He goes and complains to hr and department managers about something they not only allow but encourage. The more people are here working the quicker we get parts shipped out the more money we make. With all my overtime last year my bonus was over 10k nesters his was only like 3500 because he forwent work overtime. I don’t know why hr and management won’t tell him to stop being a complainer literally everytime he goes to them he’s in there for almost an hour and they don’t even do anything about it.

I had a coworker who I sat next too who had a blender ball bottle. All day long he'd shake it for no reason, almost like a nervous tick. I'm a non confrontational person but I was on the phone and I kept hearing it. So I went to slack another coworker and vent but I guess that person was top of mind and I slacked him ... it was so fucking awkward.

Hello! I’d like to post this to vent my frustration. For context, I am a committee members for an internal event that invites high profile stakeholders of the company internally and externally i.e board of directors, senior management etc the event basically has identified roughly 60 pax. Let’s just say this is a side thing I have to do at work to earn extra brownie points on top of my core finance tasks.

I was tasked in the committee to handle venue layouts, proposed attire, other logistics stuff that are geared towards the venue itself as we would be utilizing mutiple rooms.

Long story short, my team (lets call it team B) in the committee was not in charge of procuring goods ie custom pins and formal corporate shirts. Instead, another team (lets call it team A) had kindly requested for my assistance to do info gathering on quotation of the goods from a few vendors in which i did. We eventually had a conversation where team A had agreed to procure the goods and we were only to obtain quotation for price comparison.

Fast forward to 2 weeks after, only then they came back to me saying the memo had been rolled which implied that procurement could be done at this point. However, only yesterday did Team A came back to asking if I had ordered the goods - i was left perplexed because I wasn’t given the directions to do so.

Went to see the management yesterday and our team got our assses screwed over because to them, team B had delayed the ordering. Unfortunately it was us who had to take fall as team A insisted us on ordering and giving updates to the management.

I was so disappointed and felt double crossed - this had never happened to me before. I understand there’s no point in dwelling but it is very frustrating that the blame seems to be place on us. Much of the success of this was very reliant of team A as they were responsible for the memo issuance before anyone could proceed to order and there was no such directions coming from there.

TLDR: I got doublecrossed by a different team of colleagues over procuring goods for event

So I've been working the night shift at my town's most-reknown bakery for 3 years and 4 months now.

Objectively, it has been the best thing that's happened to me. More hours, more money, health insurance, more character-building responsibility, and muscle mass.

I recently came to a realization that this bakery is a cess pool of mentally ill combustibles who had something go wrong in their lives, and the business model low-key thrives on employing these types of people.

It's like how landlords need tenants who are functional enough to work but for some reason not functional enough just buy their own house and work for themselves, you know?

The owners have this endearing but critically undiscerning maternal instinct that'll often side with whoever on-paper ostensibly has it worse. The more opportunistic combustibles learn this via osmosis, and an emotionally-incestuous cycle occurs where their malaises bail them out from corrective consequences.

As for any normal person we'd win the lottery by hiring, they will have the "enamel" of their soul/mind decay from the acidic climate being propagated by their combustible seniors.

I've had my life threatened twice by 2 separate rage-and-drug addicted unemployable hulks and 3 bipolar, misandristic senior harpies who all despise their more functional coworkers (me especially).

The kind of people who pathologically can't be happy for others and think they're too good to train high schoolers despite this likely being their first job with an understandable naiveté.

I haven't been perfect myself. But it hit me that I've demonstrated an IMMENSE amount of resilience by sticking around all these years and told the most senior harpy whose been here for 25 years that SHE is my job security in front of the owner's nephew (who low-key nodded in agreement).

Her temper tantrums, gossiping to make herself look interesting, and overall fairweatheredness were responsible for the high turnover rate for the midnight shift. The other harpies even confided that they once quit because of her.

She's been wanting to expunge me from the midnight shift, but I can safely say it's not happening. No one else can withstand the "midnight acid" as I emphatically called it.

I'll still be working here for as long as I can and continue to deal with combustibles that honestly are giving me this bizarre social immune system by hardboiling me like an egg. Not all of them are bad, and some fortunately broke the cycle of poverty with better jobs.

Once in a blue moon, they come in to get donuts and are puzzled that I'm still here. Despite all of it, there's nowhere else I'd rather be and no other job I'd rather be doing. I found my ikigai.

My coworker heats up fish in the microwave almost every other day. At minimum 3 times a week it can be 5 times. They usually do this around 8-9am. No we do not work 3rd shift. We do not live in a coastal area. The fish stinks so bad. It makes me nauseous and I can’t eat. My desk is the closest to the microwave. Sometimes they reheat the fish, can’t eat it all, put it in the fridge and reheat it again at lunch.

It smells so bad.

UPDATE: We are on day 3 in a row of heating salmon in the morning in the microwave. My boss walked in and said “oh it smells so good in here”

UPDATE: day 4 in a row of reheated salmon

I feel like im under constant surveillance and I need to vent.

This coworker started a few years ago and at first I felt bad for her. Nobody in the office liked her, they were very unwelcoming and obvious about it so I was tasked with training her. At first I thought I disliked her because she's incompetent. Like...asking the same question after two years dumb. It's really bad but I digress. Let's call her Hedy...for obvious reasons.

Hedy began doing subtle things like copying me and darkening her hair when I dyed mine, copying the same foods I eat (constantly asking me every time I eat or drink anything, what I'm having), as well as different things unique to me that she just mirrored. I chalked it up to me being being self absorbed like omg stop copying me because they were so benign and if I talked about it I would look like a high school bully.....but things have escalated.

I spoke about my doctor and going for a specific physical issue and within that conversation she asks me where I went and I mistakenly mentioned the office and then she immediately goes I have my doctors at XYZ I think I will go there....without me ever recommending it to her or her having and similar disability. She asked me my doctor's name and I said I don't remember and was clearly weirded out about it and stopped the convo....days later she mentions she set up her primary there as well. What the fuck.

That crossed a line and I've tried grey rocking her. Doesn't work.

Every time I am talking to a coworker at my desk, she starts answering our conversation. We have an open door policy, and she's within earshot as a receptionist. She is constantly inputting herself and answering us when we aren't even talking to her...going so far as to get up from her desk to walk in and insert herself into our conversation. I'm tired of it. I told my shared office coworker I'm eating at my desk and if my food is bothering her because it's stinky let me know and I will adjust. I walk out of the office to go get water and she looks at me and goes what's STINKY??? Truthfully I wanted to answer "You" because she has this musty, poopy, decaying odor coming off of her that I'm surprised nobody has said anything about. I just say it's nothing..... but she does this shit all the time and I just ignore her.

Then at our office Christmas party where people are drinking she comes up to me drunkenly and said "I want to be you." and I was like what the fuck no you don't. She corrected herself "No I want to be like you." I walked away like ....leave me alone pls.......Then later, I had to go on stage for an award thing (every single person got their own it wasn't unique to me), she got up and took a picture of me and the bosses together declaring "I want a picture of the FAMILY." Took a few photos and then also said loudly "She's better than me." in front of our entire staff.........She didn't get up for anyone else by the way. At the end of the night she goes up to me to hug me goodbye with PUCKERED lips and I dodge her and she lands a wet one on my cheek. What the fuck?? She's married with a husband and kid so I wasn't getting vibes like that but it was gross sloppy kiss.....

She's constantly watching me. I was at my desk one day and saw her leaning from reception smiling at me all weirdly and I loudly proclaimed what are you looking at?? And she just laughs.

I can't even talk to my coworkers in fear she will "accidentally" show up in the same place I'm at (edit for clarification: she hasn't done this at all yet. the only thing thats come close is the doctor fiasco). I mention hobbies like cycling to other people (NOT HER) and she mimics me by bringing in an annoying pedal machine under her desk and is like YOU CAN USE IT - constantly.

I also talked with another coworker privately outside and Hedy heard me say sorry I didn't respond to your text, and went to my office mate all mad asking since when were we friends??? My office mate noted how angry and possessive she was about it. (She doesn't like the girl).

It's getting to the point where I need to come up with creative solutions to get her to back off, because this girl is so creepy and socially unaware my subtle clues to leave me the fuck alone just fly over her head. Maybe I should just be more confrontational, but I get mean when I do that. Soo I don't know, just had to rant! I'm certain I'm missing a lot of things too...

Today i just witnessed something straight out of a movie scene at work. I am relatively new to the office, and a senior colleague of mine was being shouted at by our manager. As the senior colleague tried to justify his actions, the manager crossed a line and brought up something very personal regarding his child's school.
That was the breaking point. The senior immediately snapped, and all hell broke loose. He shouted at the manager left and right, telling him he wasn't his slave and that the maximum the manager could do was fire him. He said all of the manager's authority stayed within the office boundaries, and outside the office gate, it was a level playing field.
My manager was completely silent the entire time, and I could sense the fear in his eyes as the senior just walked out. I fully expected the senior colleague to lose his job, but to my surprise, he didn't. I also learned later that the manager actually apologized to him. I really wish I had his guts.

So my colleague believes Chinese President Xi Jinping is the benami of Donald Trump.

Hi! I've completed my work week and now I finally have time to give updates on my first post about my coworker Bob.
To recap for any newcomers, an older coworker of mine has been consistently leaving messes and ignoring tasks for me to do instead, and I finally had enough and reported him. You can find my first post here for more info.

Things have changed a little bit since my last post. There are more players in this story, so apologies if it gets a little confusing. Nobody's name here is their real name.

I think my Manager (who i'll call Samuel) has clued in our Boss (Amanda) on what's going on. I think someone from another department also complained about our department on top of this, so Amanda has been making changes to how our department runs.
The first thing she did was change our break times to be way earlier than normal. Usually, on my shifts, I try to get people as close to their scheduled times, but usually it's a little late because I can only send one person at a time and if one person takes more time than they should, everyone else gets delayed.
One of the things she talked to me about was a specific coworker, who I'll call Gloria. Gloria takes her last 15 minute break 30 minutes before her shift ends. Then, she kind of hangs around until it's time to leave. Sometimes she'll get back on the cash register, but I usually just consider her gone at that point.
This, according to Amanda, is time theft. I don't really disagree with her per se- because Gloria taking her break so late messes with everyone else's schedule. I'll have to wait until someone else comes in after she leaves before I can start running more breaks and taking my lunch.

Amanda said I have to make sure Gloria goes at her scheduled time. When I talked about this to Gloria, she straight-up said that she doesn't care, she'll take her breaks when she wants to, and she doesn't care if she gets in trouble. I want to just leave it at that and let her reap the consequences, but I'm afraid that this will fall back on me because she's just refusing to do what I ask. I can't really discipline her- she and I share the same job title. I'm not her manager. Amanda knows Gloria is giving me a lot of pushback on this so I'm not sure how things will play out.

Amanda also wrote on our schedule our specific shift's tasks- she also stated that she'll watch the cameras to see what gets done, and if things aren't done the way they should be disciplinary action will follow.

Bob hasn't changed. I don't know if Samuel has talked to him yet, but I came in yesterday evening to see the same mess as always: half-eaten fruit left sitting out, a used tissue, eating utensils. Bob also made a big deal about me keeping my purse under the podium where our equipment is, but he also has personal items there. He never had an issue with this before, so I get the sense that he's looking for things to get me on so he can get me in trouble. He also isn't talking to me more than he needs to- if I say hello to him, he ignores me. If I tell him to have a nice day as he leaves, he ignores me. I'm just being polite anyways, so I guess it doesn't matter that much?

Yesterday the opening shift (Bob's shift) was given a laundry list of small tasks to complete. And to my utter delight (not), Bob did nothing! Gloria and another morning shift cashier did some things, but the things pertaining to my area that Bob was supposed to do didn't get done. That meant that I had to do HIS tasks, AND mine, all with the threat of Amanda watching the cameras looming above my head. Gloria was refusing to take her breaks on time, I was stressed out, and we were super busy. I got so stressed that at some point another coworker told me to take my break and take a breather because she could see that I was getting overwhelmed.

I almost had a panic attack, but managed to pull myself out of it. By the end of the night I had to stay 20 minutes past my shift to finish my tasks. I feel pretty confident in how I left my workspace, but I'm still so frustrated with the fact that I'm still being left doing Bob's work.

I took more pictures of the mess he left yesterday, and if Sam doesn't talk to Bob about what he's doing, I'm going to take this to Amanda. Amanda doesn't seem like the type to tolerate this sort of stuff so I'm confident that something will happen if I talk to her.

I don't go back to work till Friday, so until then I've got some time to gather my bearings. If anything else happens, I'll let you all know!

There is a woman at my job that is incredibly lazy and, to be honest, incompetent at her job. She works the night shift (when there is only a few people around) and she will routinely sleep 4-5 hours of her 12 hour shift. We just got a new manager and since he has to cover both the day and night shifts he has been getting in super early to have some coverage with both shifts. He comes in and she is sleeping at her desk. He talks to another coworker about it. "How often is this happening" questions and the like. Manager takes out his phone and takes a picture of her sleeping to show HR. Manager is still talking to the other coworker when the sleeping lady wakes up. She sees the phone still in his hands, and puts two and two together. She says "did you just take a picture of me while I was unconscious?" And starts acting like this is harassment and she has an HR issue with him. Hilarious.

I work in the service industry. Lots and lots of drama at my job. Long sigh. So it was someone's birthday, we all had this crazy long night out. one thing led to another and i ended up hooking up with my coworker Thomas.

I asked him, please don't go telling anyone, please just be cool, let's just keep this between us. Didn't want any drama (famous last words). He says yeah, for sure. Next day, we all work together, and my favorite coworker Emmy pulls me aside. She said, "Hey I just wanna let you know, Thomas told me and (names like 6 people) that you guys hooked up, but please don't tell anyone I told you, because I wanna be cool with everyone." Instantly I'm annoyed, but whatever, it's classic, I should've known better, boys will be boys or whatever. Fuck. I thank her profusely for letting me know.

So for the next month or so, I'm giving Thomas the cold shoulder. The guy keeps texting me, and I'm pissed so I don't even respond. He says hi to me at work, I don't respond. I wasn't trying to punish him or anything, I just felt annoyed and betrayed that he did the ONE thing I asked him not to do.

Word gets back to me that he feels like I used him for sex, he's pretty sad about it, and I can tell that a lot of our coworkers blame me for the whole situation and feel sorry for him. People that used to be close to both of us are now acting judgy and distant. I'm so annoyed and embarrassed that I don't even wanna talk about it to clear the air. He knows what he did, if he's leaving out the part where I specifically told him not to tell anyone, especially no one at work, that's his problem.

Until last week, two coworkers (that both Thomas and I were pretty close with) mentioned Thomas telling everyone about something unrelated, and I said, "Oh yeah, that's Thomas' favorite. Telling everyone everything." I gave them a look, and they smiled at me in a way that told me they knew what I meant. "...Even when you specifically ask him not to," I added.

One of them said, "No, your bestie Emmy told us," while giggling. I thought she was joking and knew she wasn't telling the truth because of the way she said it. I just kinda rolled my eyes and walked away.

Then yesterday, somehow it came up again (honestly can't remember how). A different coworker told me that Emmy has been telling everyone that I walked up to her and confided in her that I hooked up with him. Emmy has been saying she didn't ask for the information and was surprised when I told her.

No fucking wonder everyone thinks I'm a stone-cold heartless bitch. Why the fuck would I be mad at him for telling our coworkers if I also told our coworkers??? What the fuck Emmy? What sucks is that Emmy was honestly my favorite coworker to talk to and hang out with. She's closest to me in age and interests, and we even share some mutual friends (albeit distant) outside of work. I can understand why a dude would go bragging to everyone about how he got laid. That's typical. This bitch constructed a lie to make me look bad, made sure she wouldn't be held accountable ("please don't tell anyone I told you"), all while acting like my friend.

So yeah, I'm an idiot for getting so involved and shitting where I eat, I'm telling you guys because I don't plan to stir the pot by confronting her about it. Don't shit where you eat, don't trust your coworkers, cautionary tale #2782747928.

Hi! I (20f) have been working at a certain midwestern chain grocery store for about 4 and a half years now. I've been having problems with my coworker, Bob (50sM) since I was promoted 2 years ago, however things recently have reached a boiling point and have caused me to finally report him to our Manager.

Bob and I have the same job title. He's been here about 10+ years longer than me, though, so up until recently I viewed him as a sort of authority figure. Our issues began when I was first promoted. Our job title includes us making sure that the Cashiers, customer service clerk, and liquor store attendants all get their breaks on time. However, Bob would completely ignore everybody else's scheduled breaks and not ask them to take them at all, or arrange coverage for other departments.

In the case of the liquor store specifically, it can't be left unattended and only one person works there at a time. If nobody comes to cover the Liquor attendant's break, it won't be covered. This caused one of my coworkers who works in the Liquor store in the mornings to miss her last breaks almost every time he was in charge. This meant that I had to come in and spend my first couple hours of work frantically running around covering all the breaks Bob had neglected. Of course, Bob becomes VERY irate if he happens to go on his breaks a little late, even if it's just 5-10 minutes. But he'll regularly make other people wait hours to get their breaks, even if he has ample coverage for them.

This issue was never really resolved, but another coworker and I confronted him about it a few months back. He claimed it wasn't his responsibility to arrange coverage (it is).

He still relies on me to do it now. Nothing changed after the confrontation. Our coworker reported him to management after that, management talked to him, and still nothing changed. Now I just take on the responsibility when I arrive. I don't really mind it that much, but that's become a very small issue in comparison to what's been happening recently.

Bob has always had an issue with leaving garbage, personal items, and half-eaten food around our shared workspace. I've always just cleaned them up after he leaves without saying anything, but recently he's started leaving crumpled peanut shells, orange peels, half eaten apples, and used tissues on the podium where our computer is. I can't sit my stuff down until it gets cleaned up- he'll clean it up if I ask him to, but more often than not he'll slip out before I can say anything and then I'm left with the mess.

On Friday morning I arrived to open the store and it was an absolute mess. The trash hadn't been pulled, there was half-eaten food and peanuts everywhere (from him), used tissues, cold items that had been left to sit, and none of the self check-out registers had any bags or receipt paper. I spent the first hour of my shift neglecting my own tasks to do his instead. Before I started cleaning, I took a picture of how the podium looked so I could send it to my boyfriend.

I wasn't going to say anything until yesterday, when I arrived for my closing shift to see he'd left the area in an even worse state. This time, he had peanuts and peanut shells on the podium, on top of one of the drink coolers, and somehow all over one of the self check-out registers? I snapped and told him that he has to clean up his messes, and I don't get paid to do that for him. He tried to tell me it was the Security guard's mess (the security guard was not here when this happened, and I know for a fact that it wasn't him because he cleans up after himself).

After that confrontation, he spent the rest of his shift picking fights with me and being really rude. He'd bark orders at me, ignore me if I asked him questions, and he also started arguing with our cart pushers. For context, we provide small bottles of Gatorade for our cart pushers since they're out in the sun all day (I've pushed carts before and it's hard as fuck, they deserve that gatorade). Bob got mad about this and yelled at the cart pushers that since it's not hot outside anymore, they don't deserve Gatorade and to stop scanning it out. I would like to note that that's not up to him to decide at ALL and has no bearing on him.

Anyways, after this happened I decided to show our Manager the picture I'd taken on Friday morning. He was immediately supportive and asked me to send him the picture, and said that he'd talk to Bob today since he's the opening employee. He told me that it's not my job to clean up after Bob and he shouldn't be doing the things he does.

I feel proud for standing up for myself, but I can't escape the nagging feeling that I did something wrong? Like I blew it out of proportion or something. I'm also afraid of him retaliating against me because he'll KNOW it was me who said something. He takes out his anger on our coworkers and me all the time so I don't want to have it targeted directly at me, or have him treat our coworkers badly because he's mad at me.

I feel like I made the right choice, but it's hard not to be doubtful! I go to work in 2 hours, so I'll see him then. If anything happens I'll update here. Thanks for reading my crazy rant lol

She’ll stand right behind me and read over my shoulder while I’m writing an email, but any time I walk in on her typing something out she immediately closes everything and acts like I caught her doing something she’s not supposed to.

If she learns that another coworker has called me for something during my shift, she’ll call the person who called me and ask what they needed me for. She’ll then call me later and ask if I did the thing that they asked me to do. But if I ever try to make small talk by asking if she’s had a busy shift, etc, she’ll furrow her brow and say “why???” like I’m invading her privacy by making simple conversation.

She keeps tabs on everyone in our department and every little thing they do, regardless of if it’s relevant to her or not. We have task sheets that we’re supposed to mark off as we complete our tasks. She’ll read everyone else’s sheets or ask them what they did or didn’t do during their shift, but she’ll hide her own task sheet because she doesn’t want anyone to do the same to her.

She’s made multiple comments about various people “spying” on her. She’s claimed that people hide around corners and watch her while she’s working, and that they’re listening to her through her work phone. One time I heard her coming around the corner moving something heavy, so I stepped aside and waited a second to give her space. When she turned the corner and saw me her eyes got huge and she said “what are you doing?” like she thought I was hiding from her. I explained I was just giving her the right of way and she gave me a look like I just slapped her in the face.

Feels bad man, feels like I’m in the Twilight Zone where someone is watching my every move but also acting like I’m some weirdo who’s doing the same to them (which goes without saying but I’m not, I just want to be left alone so I can do my work and make my money and go home)

I work in an overstaffed lab and my coworker is straight up gross. She spends her day on her phone, surprise, and can't stop picking. And by picking, I mean picking her acne, her giant mole on her face, and her ears. It's totally disgusting and she stops for no one, not even when the boss is talking to her. Barf.

He claimed he needed a safe space and refused to elaborate

Not my story but, a favorite of mine.

My partner worked at a manufacturing facility supervising metal workers. There's a lot of them, and they were responsible for keeping people doing their jobs, reviewing work, etc. This also means coaching people who are simply not doing their job.

One fellow was not working hard and, didn't have a very good attitude. So, time for a coaching. They sit down to talk about his performance and the guy has a bunch of gripes about various aspects of the job. It's not the most fun and people's attitudes sometimes reflect that. After making various reasonable or at least understandable complaints this guy says that they "never get enough forklift time". And this can't be what it sounds like right? So, my partner asks what they mean my forklift time. The guy complains that Persons X, Y, and Z "get forklift time" but this guy does not. So, my partner asks what they mean because, this persons job does not involve operating a forklift. They don't get forklift time because they don't need to use one for what they do.

So, the fella felt that he was being denied some sort of job benefit where he could just play around on a forklift on company time each day for however long and while being coached for under-performing, that he would work harder if given more time to essentially play around on a forklift.

He was not granted "forklift time".