I had a weird encounter at work today with a plant worker. She is a presser in the back of the plant, we'll call her Jane Doe, and ever since I started here she will not talk to me. I pass out checks every Wednesday and always say 'good morning', 'hello', 'hi so-and-so', etc and she NEVER responds. I don't care if she likes me or not and I haven't the faintest clue what I ever did to piss her off but geez at least be civil.
So today I went in the plant to send a memo down the line and was in the process of pushing clothes up for the front counter when I hear "B! B!". I wasn't sure where it was coming from or who was saying it. Another plant worker pointed over to Jane Doe, who I didn't even know knew my name, and she says "B, are you going to pass out the checks today?".
Checks are passed out on Wednesday, she was off and there are plenty of nice ways that she could of asked me to bring her her check. What bothered me was she was able to scream at me from across the way (a goood 30 feet) but she can't even give me a thank you when I pass out checks every week.
So she turns and goes back to work. I was floored and don't care to be screamed at, especially from people that don't give me the time of day any other day. So I look at D who is pressing in front of me and said something like this, except it was laced with several f bombs: "are you kidding me? She can come up to the office and get her own check. She has the nerve to scream at me from across the room and ignore me every other day? Screw her, I'm not bringing her her damn check."
I came back to the office just furious and ready to rip her a new one if she dared say another single word to me. It was probably a good hour and a half later when she was standing in front of my office window wanting her check. I slid open my window, handed it to her, and she very very quietly said thank you.
So either D told her what I had said or she realized that what she said and the way she said it wasn't exactly the best way to go about getting her check. Oh and we are talking about a 50 year old woman that should more then know better.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
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Ha, ha! I was more impressed I think by the fact that you have a window to slide. I've always envied the "window". It holds such power. I always wait behind the window to be acknowledged, and I know you never, EVER, knock on the window.
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