I had a bad day at work yesterday. The secretary is a difficult person, very good at her job, but overbearing, and sometimes malicious. She's bitter and disappointed. I think that she spends a great deal of time alone when she is not at work. She takes everything personally, even when it is not directed at her, and she's always flying off the handle about something. The thing is, the woman is never wrong. It is always going to be someone else's fault for her emotional outbursts.
I have a mother like this, and I deal with it by stepping back. I will talk to anyone as long as we're making progress, but since this woman has never done a wrong thing in her life, since she's just as perfect as my own mother, I don't see the point to endless discussions with either of them. All that happens is that I feel like the most awful person on the face of the earth by the time it's all said and done. So I've been pretty much dealing with our secretary by simply trying to avoid ruffling her many, many feathers.
Yesterday, I walked in and she let me have it. Both barrels. By the time it was done, she called me a liar, complained that I am unprofessional, recounted things that the director has told her about me, that the stress of dealing with me causes her to sob and shake in the shower hysterically each morning because she knows that she has to come into work and deal with me, went on about how sensitive she is, and how insensitive I am to her sensitivity. She ranted and raved for quite some time. She wants me out of the office. She told the boss this. The thing is I can't switch desks with anyone. No one else will work with her.
Everyone has had their no-win run-ins with her.
I realize that I am not responsible for her mood swings. I realize that she was probably on 'nerve pills' before I started working there. She'll surely be on them after I'm long gone.
I can only control myself.
I know this.
Everyone there told me that I can't let it bother me, it does.
What makes people like that?
Why the heck do they keep crossing my path?
Is it me?
Is God trying to teach me something?
I'm lucky to be able to work out of my truck, and the garage. I am lucky that I can do my data entry at home on my own computer. It just makes me feel badly that I have to. I really like the people I work with, but I can't see any other way to gracefully handle the situation.
I just feel pretty badly about it.