There was a "party" at lunch today. I didn't go.
When I've written about work parties in the past, I wrote that I thought they were stupid and I didn't want to go, but I have always gone. I'd grab a plate of food. I'd sit out of the way. I'd eat, quietly. I'd wish I wasn't there. But I'd go to the stupid party.
Today, I sat at my desk. I didn't get any food and, other than the potato chip I ate about three minutes ago, I didn't eat anything.
This party was to celebrate the worst person here and his thirty-some odd years of employment with the state. Today is is last day, and I refused to go to his party.
Many people in the office can separate the idea of the party from the person it's celebration. I can't.
The guy is so horrible to the people he's supposed to work with that about 10% of those who have dealt with him in the past have refused to go to him again. He has reduced, probably already stressed out people, to tears by refusing to acknowledge their questions. He doesn't listen to anybody. He just assumes he knows what's going to be asked. He tells these long stories that end with a point, but have never been relevant to the actual question or conversation. He's yelled at injured workers in the lobby and refused to take injured workers into a more private setting because it would be invading his space. He sends people away because the woman in the office who speaks Spanish is at lunch or out for the day because he doesn't want to use the over the phone translation service. He's an asshole.
At least he's that way at work. I can't say what he's like outside of the office. He may be the kindest person imaginable. He may sit and listen to the problems of his family and friends completely before offering advice or an opinion. He may respect the privacy of those in his life. He may.
I don't know, though. I only see him being a useless asshole of a human being. Within my first month working here, I knew who the person in this office was that give truth to the lazy, self righteous, arrogant, state employee cliché.
Now, if they'd thrown a "good riddance, make sure to help the door hit him on his ass on his way out" party, I would have gone.
Well, as long as he didn't go.
3 comments:
Would you have gone if he was there and the purpose of the party was to assure that door hit him on the way out? (incidentally, I'm reminded of the episode of Seinfeld where Elane opted not to continue the daily cake parties...)
If he was there, I would not have gone.
I would have been sitting with you!No way would I have gone,, however I would of held the door open as he left! You were true to yourself that is great not petty!
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