Drama Drama Drama

Wow.  It's amazing how an office that's predominantly male can contain SO MUCH DRAMA.

 

I'm over it.  It's just funny to me at this point.

 

We have a guy who works on our support team, he's 40 and has the social skills of a 12 year old.  It's horrible.  He is truly the definition of man-child.  He immature and EXTREMELY passive aggressive and it used to get under my skin really badly a long time ago.  I had to decide one day to just ignore it, otherwise I would have driven myself crazy.

 

He's been like that since I've been working for the company, and it wasn't a huge deal at the time, but it has gotten worse over time, as the company has grown.  If it didn't affect me directly, I wouldn't care, but it has.  He and SuperGirl had a big run in about two years ago that forced me to cut communication with him and keep everything business and professional.  He created a mountain out of a molehill and rather than talk to me, he talked to everyone else. 

 

I also had to thoroughly document the situation and when it came down to questioning SuperGirl, it was probably the most uncomfortable moment of my professional life, because I've never seen anyone cry that hard before. 

 

Although it was a lot of "he said", "she said", it all thankfully died down one day and his manager and I told them both to stay away from each other. 

 

And they do, at least SuperGirl makes a conscious effort to do it, although sometimes I think she tends to exaggerate her exchanges with him.  Emotions still run high, I'm sure, although I've told her to just let it go, she can't seem to do it. 

 

Man-child is another story.  He loves to needle and annoy people (as he told one of my employees, "I get off on it", nice), so any opportunity he gets, he uses it to his advantage.  He still looks for opportunities here and there to pick on SG (although I think he's a little more selective about it) and now I hear he's bugging the receptionist a lot.  GREAT.

 

There have been minor incidents since the big blowout two years ago, but nothing major.  The minor incidents are more funny to me than anything at this point, but I never laugh at the situations.  I handle them as best I can and we move on. 

 

Recently, the girls (SG & Receptionist) send out their bi-monthly email that the fridge in the kitchen was going to be cleaned out at the end of the day and if you wanted anything saved, you were to write your name on it.  Standard practice, I was the one who created the rule.  If you don't put your name on it, it gets pitched.  People leave their old ass lunches in the fridge till they walk out on their own, and I effing hate that! 

 

The girls sent out their email and at the end of the day food was pitched.  Apparently Man-child's lunch was pitched, and he had a fit over it, claiming he never received an email, and ran it up the chain here at the office.  Unbelieveable.  It turned out to be an accident (seriously) and I even offered to replace it.

 

So my whole reason for writing this is because I just walked past his desk and see there's a mini fridge there now.  I guess he doesn't want us pitching his lunches anymore.

Paranoid, huh?