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What’s the worst coworker you’ve ever worked with?

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What’s the worst coworker you’ve ever worked with?

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I worked with a guy who’d interrupt any conversation to talk about anything as if he was the expert. And I don’t use “anything” as a hyperbole.

He truly had something to say about anything, including things he had never heard of or obviously didn’t know much about. When the subject being discussed was something in the category of things he didn’t know much about, he would slowly steer the conversation away from the original discussion to something he would like to talk about at the moment. It was both amazing and the most annoying thing I had ever had to deal with.

He was like that Wikipedia game where you start with Star Wars and somehow end up on LGBTQ+ struggles. Not to mention the “conversation” was basically 98% of him just talking non-stop.

Everybody else was way too polite and against conflict to say anything, including me, so most people just tried to stay away from him, but he’d follow people around.

I eventually left, but I even remember having a nightmare where he was the bestman at my wedding.

I work with this guy that tries to convert people to his religion every day it’s super annoying

I worked at a grocery store and one of the scheduling ladies was a total C-bomb. When you work at a grocery store you expect to have shifts all over the place, that’s part of the job so i’m not complaining about that. Just about 2 years into working there i had an accident and broke my thumb/hand (not while at work unfortunately lol) and needed surgery. I went to apply for Employment Insurance (EI) and they required a Record of Employment (ROE) so i asked the woman in charge of that (the aforementioned scheduling lady) if she would mind sending that off so i could still pay rent while i was off work recovering (btw she told me she already had). So i go back to the EI offices and they told me they still had no ROE so i go back to my old work and ask her a second time, this happens until i asked her to do it 4 times. This resulted in me having to borrow money from my parents for christmas in order to pay my rent.

I’ve had a bunch, but Bag Salad was the worst. It was my job to train her on a position only I knew how to do, and they lied when they said I would definitely be involved in the interview process. I’m still not sure why they did that. No hyperbole, but I fucking crushed that job, exemplary reviews every year, and positive relationships all around. I didn’t need or want the help, but they said they were hiring her for the “anticipated future workload”.

It’s been so long I don’t even remember why she got that nickname, but it really suited her somehow.

– She was gluten free, and whenever food came up at all in any conversation she could overhear she would bring that up. And she spoke in this confused, sing songy way, like,

“ooooohhhh! I’m not shuuuure if I can have that, do Twizzlers have gluuuuuten? I’m gluten free!!”

– She didn’t understand how to take messages, reply to or forward emails, or print anything.

– She spoke to herself all day long, in this half whisper lip smacking way like,

“hmm, ok, if I just copy, oh no, maybe move it but I um, oh, ok, maybe I’ll hmm”

And would then turn to me with buggy eyes waiting for me to acknowledge her rather than just asking.

– Her nose whistled with every breath, but when she breathed through her mouth she would smack her lips or tongue.

– She loved Big Bang Theory, and would regale me with with the plot lines of episodes she’d watch, including, “and then the one, the Sheldon? Goes bazinga and oh how I laughed! Goodness it’s soooo funnnnny! Hee hee!”

– She felt the need to jump in on every conversation she was able to overhear. If I was talking to a friend about a trip or something..

Me: “Man, Chicago was great, I hope I can go again someday”

Her: “Oh! I never went to Chicago, but my uncle’s friend did in the 80s and he said he had fun! He used to have a garage where he built widgets and one time his wife crashed their car in the city they lived, was it Town A, Town B? I’m not sure but she was really nice, this one time…”.

I fucking hated her. I know it sounds like a woman out of her depth who was just trying to fit in, and that’s true. But some people just grate, and she fucking grated every last nerve and ounce of patience I had. I tried, I just couldn’t hack it, and I quit that job two months after she started.

My old supervisor. She was that special brand of “too nice.” Laughing was her nervous tic and hoo boy it was CONSTANT. She was incapable of being assertive which is not the best quality for someone whose job is telling other people what to do. The best she could do was be passive-aggressively nice when she REALLY needed something done which just made everyone dislike her.