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Lower Than Low


Posted on 08/19/2005 by Walk the Planks
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Today a coworker decided to take a cheap shot at -- believe it or not -- my mother. (Remember that from grade school, knocking someone's mother? Well, this woman is in her 50's and doesn't even know my mother. My mother wouldn't have associated with her, anyway; mom's got higher standards.)

But we were talking about doctors that used to make house calls in the old days. I remarked that I remembered when I was a kid and a doctor made a house-call to our house. My mother didn't drive, and the doctor, on his way to a banquet and in a three-piece suit, got his black bag and made a special house-call. I was an 8-year-old with a bad Tropical flu. I remember I lost two weeks of my life from it. I just woke up one day, and said, Mom, where am I? I was that ill.

Anyway, this woman at work had the nerve to say that she once knew a lady who had a doctor make a house-call, and that's because she was having an affair with him -- intimating that my mother was having an affair.

Another coworker mumbled under her breath, "You should hit her." I said, "I know I should." I let her know that my parents were happily married for over 40 years, that my mother taught Bible School and Sunday School, and that the doctor felt bad for my mother not being a driver and having a sick kid at home and that I knew for a fact my mother didn't have any affairs. I then let her know that she was lower than low.

I was very angry, and I felt like popping her. I stopped and thought: How important is this weirdo sitting behind me to my life? She's not. And she's probably just jealous that a doctor never cared enough to help her out like that with her children. And then I thought: I see this woman 40 hours a week at work, and we don't even talk on the phone. Do I really care what her opinion is about anything at all? Is she that important to my life? My answer to these questions was, obviously, no.

I've had a stomach ache and headaches this week. I got myself together and left work early, at 2:30 pm. My stomach was hurting, and this b**** is taking cheap shots. It's kind of like kicking sand in someone's face when they're already down; once again, lower than low...

And, no, I didn't hit her. She's not worth it or important enough. I don't care what she thinks about anything at all. Her opinion would only count if and when I gave her that importance and power, which I do not. Since I only have to deal with her 40 hours a week, why should I care what she thinks in that big head of hers with that ugly, freaked out hairstyle?

She's definitely not worth losing my job over. And she sure as heck is not worth an aggrevated assault charge.

And now that I'm done writing this, she's not even worth giving another thought or wasting any more of my time.

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post a commentpost a commentCorporate Ladder Rung: Mailroomsotia(08/23/2005)
It's good that you were able to get it out and move on. In reading some of your other posts, you really should look for a new job!

mamafreeatlast(08/30/2005)
The next time your stomach is upset..and this may take some practice before hand...pretend that you are trying to get up and rush to the bathroom but first -- act as though you are so dreadfully ill that you might throw up on your coworker's head or lap or whatever -- and use body language and appropriate gagging noises in your demonstration. Perfect your performance really well and never again will she hint that you aren't really ill.

targetnomore(09/27/2005)
I sure do understand your frustration!!! I too go through the stupidest sh** every day. Since I can't get help from supervisors, I've had to just shut my mouth and deal with it. I did discover that the very worse thing you can do is get mad, make ANY comments to co-workers about it or in any way act like you are paying attention. I bet, that as soon as they know you're upset, they get worse--right? Try it. It helps.

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