More On The New Disturbing Co-Worker

I think I need to give a fake name to this new coworker lets call her Sheryl.

Sheryl finally was able to pry herself out of bed, or hammock, or wherever it is she uses to lay her head down and sleep in order to get to work fashionably late at 10:45am. I was pleased to not have to hear her unbearable voice. Besides my trashing her on this blog, other coworkers have already come to me to complain and trash talk her. This all on her first day! She somehow managed to annoy the two of the three people that share cubicle walls with her.

Let me describe Sheryl’s cube, it’s pretty big for a cube at around 10’ x 12’, open partition to a hallway, glass the top third of the other hallway, and over 6’ walls on the walls that partition other cubicles. She has a small closet full of clothing, shoes, and junk that she brought over from her old cube on the floor; there were five shopping bags full of items in no particular order. She somehow managed to stuff her belongings into her overheads and cabinets. Maybe she has a classic NYC apartment with not nearly enough closet space? Then she has paperwork spread out all over her cube, she only started yesterday, and wasn’t given any new paperwork. What is up with that?

Yesterday after Sheryl packed away her home away from home she decided to call every person that she knows to inform them that she has a new work number. She had called so many people that one guy who shares the cube wall with her walked around to ask, what’s going on with all the phone calls? We all make phone calls, but her entire afternoon consisted of telling people she had a new number and other personal things that I didn’t quite get full details of. At one point I went to drop off a form that she needed to fill out and found her crouching behind her chair, and under her countertop. She looked up at me as if I had just walked in on her sitting on the toilet, to which my internal reaction was “what the heck is up with that?” and I probably had a very confused look on my face since I don’t hide reactions very well most of the time.

Later on in the afternoon, the woman (lets call her Stacy) who shares a cubicle wall with Sheryl came over to me with a look of horror and felt to need to start trash-talking Sheryl. It was her first day, and I can only hope that there will be more trash talking. While reading the items it might not all seem trashy, but it was done initially said with trash talk in mind. Stacy decided to inform me some of the following items:

1. She didn’t know why they decided to hire Sheryl, because her old manager gave the recommendation of “she has sticky fingers, so don’t leave anything of value out in the open”.

2. She and everyone else thinks Sheryl has issues, and is crazy or unstable.

3. Sheryl went to get fingerprinted today and spent over 3 hours there, and it’s only one stop away on the subway.

4. She has tons of personal clothes and shoes.

5. Sheryl has a bunch of personal files that she brought with her and put in the filing cabinet.

6. Sheryl doesn’t know how to do anything that she was supposedly doing at her old position, which is the same position just reporting to another person.

7. On the last day of her old position, Sheryl’s manager told her to pack up all of her personal things and get out, took her id badge and keys, and told her she needed to be out before the manager left, which was a 10-minute timeframe.

I on the other hand decided to inform her of the crouching on the phone thing, and kept my other thoughts to myself.

I need to state to you, my blog world, that the Sheryl has a nice surface personality, but she seems like a headache so far.


Subway Ride

I rode in with my buddy, and we had a David Beckham sighting. She died her hair auburn, and has been cured by God, or just plain old forgot to bring her cane today.

Other News

Someone please pop my upper back, and I want to plant lavander everywhere.