For those of you who work outside of the home, or who have ever worked outside of my home, you know exactly what I mean when I say, “My Work Nemesis.”
We all have them.
It’s that one being who just completely rubs you the wrong way.
Their very existence at your place of work makes your day a little less…sunny? joyful? positive?
They taunt you…maybe not out loud, but certainly behind your back, and you know it.
Their very presence can, sometimes, cause you to do things that are completely out of character for you, and that you know aren’t good for you on so many levels.
And yet…they are there to stay.
In some places, your work nemesis has been there far longer than you have.
In other cases, your work nemesis showed up after you were hired, and while others raved about the new placement, you knew, immediately, that it was T-R-O-U-B-L-E.
You don’t want to complain, because you know that everyone doesn’t feel the same as you. The last thing you need is people who you do like turning against you.
So, you suffer in silence, and you wind up getting sucked in again and again to those bad behaviors as you try to thwart your nemesis.
(Let me just say, right now, that I only know of one person who I work with who reads this blog…I’m wondering if she has already scrolled to the bottom to see if I reveal the name of my work nemesis…it makes me giggle a little.)
Anyway, today I have struggled a lot with my nemesis.
A lot.
Luckily, her room isn’t anywhere near my office, so I don’t have to see her or hear her on a regular basis, unless I have to pass her room on my route elsewhere.
But, I know she’s there.
Who is my nemesis?
That’s right.
The freaking vending machine.
Around 1:00 pm, every day, I get hit with a sweet tooth.
Never mind that I actually can’t eat ANYTHING in the machine without some diabetic consequences, she still calls me…every day.
“Amy…” she calls.
“Push it. Push D1…you know you want a Snickers…just $0.75, Amy…surely you can spare $0.75?”
Evil.
Wicked.
Vending machine.
HAHA you got me! I wanted it to be juicier than the dumb vending maching! Perhaps the vending machine is a metaphor for something/one else….
Comment by Sharon — January 13, 2010 @ 8:05 pm |
if they ever have skittles, please feel free to pick them up for me…thanks.
Comment by me — January 13, 2010 @ 10:12 pm |
You had me going….I thought ‘boy, I hope people from work don’t read this entry!’ I would say that is a realllllly bad nemesis….put earphones on when you walk by tomorrow so you can’t hear her calling. LOL
Comment by Debbie — January 13, 2010 @ 10:17 pm |