Posts Tagged ‘co-worker’

My co-worker’s food smells, Part II.

May 7, 2009

I sit next to someone at work who eats the most foul smelling food a few times a week. It’s the same dish from a neighborhood restaurant that he raves about, but it smells like rotten ass (excuse my French). I’m looking for a clever, but not insulting way, to tell him, “Hey, your food makes me want to vomit every time I smell it.” Any tips for how I should tell him his food smells?

All is quiet. The smell wafts over your cubicle wall. You say, innocently, “Wow, I didn’t know the deli was serving donkey shit sandwiches now!”

Look around.

“Oh, it’s your lunch. Sorry! It just smelled for a second like my grandmother’s donkey farm. Boy, does that smell bring me back!”

(I used to eat a turkey sandwich for lunch every day until my husband said, “Hey, how’s your cancer-bird sandwich today?” Then I didn’t eat a turkey sandwich for like six years. So if the first approach doesn’t work, maybe try that.)

Sometimes you just have to be a corporate a-hole.

April 30, 2009

I have a good friend who works in a different department of my company. We started off in the same role, but over the years have moved into totally different positions — mine a bit senior to hers. We have drinks and lunch regularly, and do our fair share of gossip. I’ve heard recently — and the volume of the rumor is getting stronger — that her department is going to have some major cuts made in the coming quarter. From what I can tell after our last get-together, she has no idea. As a corporate person, I feel like I should put a sock in it. But as a friend to a person with a pretty tight budget, I feel like a jerk not giving her even a hint. I don’t want to risk it coming back to me, though.  What do you think I should do?

I think you should keep your trap shut. It’s not like the CEO sat you down and told you that they’re laying people off. You said it yourself: it’s a rumor.

The reason I floundered so brilliantly at a professional career that required going to an office is that I often forgot the real reason I was going to said office: to work. I got stuff done, but at three times the volume and half the pace. I had more fun talking to people and listening to what they had to say about our colleagues than I did with my actual job. (Helpful tip: if you don’t want just a cubicle, you can get a real office with a door by having a voice like a foghorn and a laugh like a dolphin who just sucked helium. It worked for me!)

Being the office gossip isn’t a good role, but being completely oblivious to what’s going on around you is just as bad. Your friend is in a position where people don’t tell her things, and she doesn’t have anyone to ask. Since you’re in a slightly senior position, what you’re hearing might not have trickled down quite yet…but you’re not the person who should be doing the trickling. Imagine the scenario if you told her, and she asked someone about it.  She’d go talk to someone else, and say, “Judy said our department is going to be cut in half.” Uh-oh, Judy. Now you seem like you can’t be trusted.

If you had to choose between yourself having a job and your friend having a job, I hope you’d choose yourself. What you can do is have a general talk with her about your industry and how crappily it’s faring as a whole, and mention that you’ve been saving a little in case you were to unexpectedly lose your job. (p.s. If your company is making cuts, you should be!)

This guy makes the “makin’ copies” dude seem like a dream.

April 22, 2009

I share a cubicle wall with the most annoying person on earth. He leaves his cell phone on and it rings all day. He smells funny and eats smelly food at his desk. His voice is loud and he talks about personal things at full volume. When he’s not talking, he’s humming or singing under his breath. He also clicks his pen constantly. I might kill him.

I think I know this guy. It’s possible I used to work with him; it’s also possible that there is an exact clone of this guy at every company across the country. I understand the homicidal urges, but here are some better solutions.

1. Be aggressive. Act like you’re speaking to a naughty two-year-old or a bad puppy, and every time he does something that bugs you, pop your head up over the cubicle wall and loudly say, “Stop that. Now.” Shake your finger at him if you want.

2. Be passive. Accept your fate. Weep silently at your desk, complain about him to your mother, and lie in bed at night dreading the sunrise and the fact that you have to spend another day listening to Clicky McSmellerton.

3. Be passive-aggressive. Leave Post-It notes on his computer screen, telephone, and lunch bag. Write them as if the object itself is speaking, i.e., “I’m a nasty, smelly lunch. Please eat me at home instead of in the office where my fishy odor will offend your colleagues.” If you’d like you can underline the word “please” about eight times and put a smiley face at the end.

4. Have a conversation. Pick the worst thing he does and address it kindly, in private. “Hey, Cubicle Guy, I’m sure you’re not even aware of this, but I can hear you over the wall. I’m sure you didn’t mean for me to overhear that you threw up on a stripper this weekend, so you might want to keep your voice down.” If he has half a brain he’ll mute the whole operation; if he doesn’t, and it’s really not something you can live wtih, talk to someone in human resources and have them address it.


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