Toxic Coworker Hell: Patted On The Head For Throwing Tantrums

 

1 Skullies coworker hellFrom kelly987, jobschmob

I have to share an office with the worst lady ever!! She throws out my work, damages it, has tantrums at her desk where she throws her stuff around, sent me an email with job ads. Almost the whole office has issues with her.

I went to five different people in management... they did nothing and made me go through mediation with her. She denied everything, but suggested I be removed from my position.

She and management both attacked me, and I have been told to move offices, and ended up being told off for making a hostile work environment.

I listed grievances, and she was told, "I'm sure no one thinks that about you."

She gets away with it because she flirts with management and buys them gifts and kisses ass. She has done this to three others who were in my position before.

--kelly987

 


Toxic Coworker Hell: Coworker Never Stops Whining About His Own Stupidity-Caused Troubles

 

4 skullies trio wallFrom Ayashi, jobschmob

Recently, I landed a job at a relatively well-to-do NOC. It is very low-visibility and offers four day work-weeks. Call volume is almost non-existent and as the rule tends to fly with NOCs, when nothing happens, you are doing your job perfectly.

Keep in mind I had just left a nightmare job doing tech-ops for a gigantic miserable corporation filled with half-witted middle management and close to 70 phone calls a day, from end users and 'others' alike. Let me also state that I had to commute by train from a ghetto in Chicago to the financial district, and I was being paid roughly $17,000 less than I am now.

Let's fast forward. I love my boss, and I love my boss's boss. They both work by example, have our backs, and are readily available to help us through anything be it personal or technical. I have never had such a luxury. My team consists of 7 people, and since one person can run the NOC we really only see our colleagues maybe twice a week for a few hours.

I never in my wildest dreams would've found that to be an eternity of atrocious madness until I found myself working next to a guy my age (32) who has a double master's in business (he enjoys telling people this) and is an immigrant from Bulgaria. He enjoys making fun of 'Murica, which I personally don't mind as I am native to the UK. Anyway, he was the first person charged with training me in. I was with him clock-in to clock-out for two weeks, learning about how he hates his wife, how he loves money, wants more money, doesn't get enough money, hates his job (my job, our job), and hates that he doesn't have enough to do.

PET10Realizing he was toxic within seconds I reasonably shut my mouth and simply stared at him as if waiting for the punchline (you should try it), he eventually said "I'm going to start my own business, maybe trading, I want to be my own boss man, have millions." That's when I laughed as authentically as my lying arse could. He took it well. Nevertheless, it persisted, badly. He miscalculated his income and ended up not being able to pay his federal taxes because his dead-beat wife spent 3 grand to go to London to attend a "success seminar" only to return bewildered and none the wiser (he and her are the PERFECT suckers, naive as a newborn.)

He actually asked me for money that day. A week and a half after I started. Before I received my first paycheck. I asked if he was joking and he said he wasn't, that his wife spent all his money and now he can't afford to send his son to daycare (his wife has no job, why does he send his son to daycare?)

I told him absolutely not, and after hours of listening to him cry about his misfortunes and how the job I am trying to enjoy is the cause of it all he hit rock bottom--he got scammed into a ponzi scheme. I was the one who alerted him of it because like the naive dotard he is, he tried to scam ME into it.

He next got a part time job at Uber where he would come to work talking about all these "irritating b*tches whining about everything and only caring about money."

I saw my opening and shot true, "Wow that sounds identical to the hopeless guy who sits next to me at work!" Surprisingly, he laughed.

I should also add that he comes in late, sometimes up to two hours, and leaves early every day. VPNs in on his phone and clocks in and out so his punches appear legit. He hates himself and this job that much apparently. I didn't rat on him, I don't care because I've successfully trained my brain into mentally transforming him into an irrelevant cartoon-like essence that just happens to be within proximity and emits sounds now and again. Anyway he finally had enough money to pay his taxes and guess what he does? He spends 1500 dollars on a gigantic cappuccino machine and had to file for an extension, followed by asking me again for money.

After another hilarious rejection he began trying to sell me things. Shoes (his son's shoes, I don't have a child), a bondi-blue iMac mouse he said was a collector's item that I could "flip" for "thousands" (why didn't he?) A broken tablet that has a huge crack on it and doesn't appear to have functioning internet capabilities, covered in oil stains--he tried to sell me that one for two hundred dollars.

Jason NyerpWhat prompted me to actually compose this was today he asked if I'd like a cheap place to live close to work, which of course I am, and he tried to sell me his guest room, in his house, with his family occupying it. He somehow is my age, has a double masters in business, and has accumulated all the stupidity possible in a human being while I have been present on this rotting earth the same amount of time but only have a simple B.S and a bit of common sense. I love my job but he makes the two days I see him absolutely dreadful unless I tune him out completely.

I am not lying, he tried to sell me his son's shoes. His current endeavor is day-trading on his craiglist-bought-laptop. Before he left today he asked if I would "give" him my Microsoft Windows license and he would "give" me something worth as much in return.

I said, "What this time? Half of a rotary phone? F*ck off."

For the very first time, he very much f*cked off. I couldn't think as slow as this train wreck if I tried, but I just cannot take my eyes away from the tragedy that is his toxic co-worker complex.

Oh well, maybe this will be fun to read for someone.

--Ayashi

 


Toxic Coworker Hell: Cliques And Being Left Out

 

3 skullies togetherFrom mrsgiraffe, jobschmob

I worked for about five years for the same company in retail. On my very first shift, I was struggling to get all of my duties done as I was new.

My manager said to me, ‘Well, I guess you'll be working late then.'

She and 5 other co-workers left the store. I stayed back nearly two hours to complete duties that I had little idea how to do, with no one to ask.

The next week my manager ripped into me about how bad my work was that night. I later found out it was against company policy for a manager to leave me in that position.

All my co-workers seemed really cliquey, and didn't talk to me unless I spoke to them. One girl would usually start whispering to the others when I entered the room or walk past her. I had to call in sick one morning because I had glandular fever, and she began yelling at me, and saying I had to come in for the set up.

For a time, I tried to make a lot more effort. I wondered if I had come across as rude somehow, and rubbed them up the wrong way. Each morning, I would pretend I had to go get something from where they were working and chatting so I would have the opportunity to say hello. They seemed pleasant when I did this, but right after our greeting, they went straight back to their conversation.

PET70The manager invited me to a work dinner, and I was excited because it seemed like my efforts to get to know the team was paying off. When I arrived at the dinner, I sat next to one girl and we happily chatted for a few minutes, before another girl arrived, sat next to me on the other side and joined in the conversation. This lasted a few minutes before the conversation became purely about things they had done together, and it got to the point where I could no longer contribute or feel interested in talking to them.

This lasted for nearly half an hour before we ordered out food. I felt rather foolish sitting in silence while everyone at the table was chatting to one another. After this, I switched seats with one of the girls, feeling as though I would have a better chance at conversation with somebody else. The guy I tried to talk to after this was not interested in chatting, and would respond to my questions with one word answers.

It was such a relief to go home that night. On Facebook, one of the girls had posted a status about what a great night it was, and tagged literally everyone at the dinner except me.

I didn't get invited to another work dinner; not that I would have really wanted to go anyway. They used the work whiteboard to write down who was bringing what dish to a work party. Only me and another girl renowned for not working hard were not invited.

One manager who was often given the task of giving me constructive feedback would often tell me that the other managers thought I was really quiet and stand-offish. I felt very hurt by these comments. How did they not realise I was making every attempt to get along with my co-workers?

This manager would also say, ‘Everyone here has been complaining about you!' She never specified which co-workers, or what they were complaining about.

On my last shift, a couple of co-workers wished me well and hugged me. A few months later on Facebook, I saw another girl had been given a cake and a huge card on her last day. She had worked there six months. I had worked there for five years. That really annoyed me.

I'm annoyed at myself for not moving on from this job quicker, and it's been on my mind lately. I should have left the job after the first shift, but I thought if I stuck it out, it would get better. It never did. Anybody else have a similar experience?

--mrsgiraffe

 


Toxic Coworker Hell: The Sociopath

 

2 skullies evilFrom Brendan

The worst coworker I ever had was an attention-seeking sociopath. We worked together in an operations trade support group at a well-known Wall Street firm.

The structure of the trading floor (long rows with monitors — no divisions between workspaces) and the structure of the group (one email inbox, any request or issue could be handled by pretty much anyone in the group) made avoidance impossible.

And he sat directly next to me.

In the dog-eat-dog world of the finance industry, he did all you would expect of a nightmare colleague. He’d steal your work, try to take over a project you’re already working on, do his best to poke holes in your proposals to senior colleagues, and spread false information about you.

The approach I had taken with problem colleagues up to this point in my career was to disengage and just do my work. Do it better than them. The problem with Mr. Sociopath is he was good at his job and he would target for destruction anyone he deemed as competition.

PET45Management valued his skills, work ethic, and propensity to highlight the errors of others. He was excellent at Excel and his social interactions mirrored the same formulaic structure — without any awareness of emotions or the awkwardness his behavior would create.

With the structure of the trading floor not having clear delineations for personal space, such as a cubicle or office, he would constantly invade it — and linger.

While we were working in the same group, my daughter was admitted to the hospital and I was out most of the week. When she started getting stronger and it was clear we would be taking her home in a few days, I returned to work to catch up on an important project. He asked me how things were going and made an unremarkable joke. I replied with a polite smile.

He said, 'I know she is better now because you smiled.' Not offensive, but a good example of his social and emotional thinking — A+B = C.

In the two years I sat next to him, he never showed any empathy for any person, animal or object. Behind his small, dark, beady eyes was a sick individual. In confidence, I advised female colleagues not to find themselves alone with him at work or happy hour.

I never made a complaint about him to senior management or HR, which I regret. My approach at that time in my career was to put my head down and do my work. If I find myself with another colleague like him, I will be proactive in removing him or myself from the group.

--Brendan

 


Toxic Coworker Hell: Upper Management Ignores The Problem; "It's Just The Way She Is"

 

1 Skullies coworker hell

From RHUer

This person was a supervisor (in title only) who would constantly 'gossip whisper' about other team members in the office.

She collected mistakes that others made, shared the mistakes with other gossipy team members who did not need to know, and worked to turn people against those she didn't like.

This person would make rude comments about those above and under her. She also complained and cursed out loud (four letter words that others nearby could easily hear) in her cubicle all day long. This wore down the team and made the days seem longer.

This person was also on personal calls most of the day, even at busy times. People in the office were forced to act like they liked her, even though she mostly annoyed, depressed, and divided the team through her terrible conduct.

No one above her in the chain of command had kept her in check through the years. They just accepted that her poor behavior was 'just part of her personality' Many cooperated with her only because they feared her turning against them.

The company manager had heard complaints about her through the years, but just believed it was only due to personality conflicts. The company did not realize that the reason they could not keep any jobs under her filled filled due to the fact she was a horrible, disrespectful, non-managerial, less-than-supervisor.

--RHUer

 


Toxic Coworker Hell: Outright Sabotage

 

4 skullies trio wallFrom RHUer

I was 28 years old and my coworker was 30. She constantly talked down to me and made statements like, 'Well, when I was your age...' or 'It's different when you're 30...'

But some of her worst offenses fall in the category of absolute sabotage.

She'd withhold specific information or new stats from me, so that when I'd report out a current status in an all-staff meeting, I'd not only give an incorrect number, but she'd interrupt me and say, 'No, no. It's not 34, it's 38!' And I'd have no idea how she got 38 until after the meeting.

After hours, she would tamper with my spreadsheets and erase the work that I'd done. Then the next morning, before I even arrived, she'd be in our boss's office complaining that I wasn't doing my work.

In the end, I found a new job and they fired her.

--RHUer