"Don't worry," S said to the New Guy. "There's no way you can do a worse job than the Old Guy."
Everybody nodded in agreement. It was really hard to imagine a worse coworker. ( I wrote a little about the Old Guy in my previous post).
1. Well, I won't say that New Guy is worse than Old Guy, but he's definitely not better. Ever since his first day, we've been speculating how he got through the interview process.
"What process?" S said.
"The stupid ones don't complain," M said.
That was kind of mean, but we all nodded in agreement, because he's thirty-four years old with little to no real work experience and until three weeks ago, lived with his parents.
2. He apologizes for everything (except being incompetent. See below). 3. He talks a lot. He talks about everything. He enjoys highjacking conversations. If you're working, he's talking. If you say you're busy, he's over at his computer waiting for the moment you don't look busy. Then he's talking to you.
4. He tries to get invited out after work and he won't take a hint.
"See you tomorrow, New Guy. Uh, uh, okay, see you tomorrow, yeah, okay, Well, I'll see you tomorrow..." This went on forever, and the next day he was telling me how he should have helped. I found myself things mean things like, you weren't invited and go the %$#! away, but I said, "Uh, well, um, we had it handled. Yeah, uh, uh, well that's nice, but we were okay. Sure, of course, but we got.... (continued for hours)."
5, 6, 7 and 8. He lives in the apartment building across from mine. Sometimes when I open the window to get some fresh air... he's there. He knows where I live because his first night here, invited him to join my friend and I for dinner. They say no good deed goes unpunished....
9 to 50: He almost cries at least twenty times a day, and no day is complete without a few shed tears.
Last week he let his students out twenty minutes early-- classes are only forty minutes. Lip and voice trembling, he apologized profusely. He did it again so A. had to take him aside. He made the private issue everybody's issue by apologizing to the whole room--it was time to go home and six people dove for the door. Only A and Mrs. Q and me were left.
A. would not reassure him, so he tried Mrs. Q. She didn't try to make him feel better either so he turned to me. I didn't try to make him feel better so he cried. And this is the meat of why I can't stand my knew co-worker. I have a high tolerance for any number of strange idiosyncrasies. I'm confident that everybody in the entire world is weird, some are just better at pretending to be normal than others, but...
51. He can't teach. 52 He can't manage students. 53 He can't function unless somebody gives him a step by step process. (He wants somebody to hold his hand through everything ). 54-101. He has no real desire to be a good teacher. 102- 1000: He spends most of the day milking people for emotional support and uses tears to manipulate people in to not correcting mistakes or addressing his overall incompetence. (People have a tendency to feel guilty when someone cries, and he totally milks it for all he's worth!)
*Please note that the counting system above is very technical and scientific.
** Please note that this story is complete biased.
M.R. Jordan is a writer, editor, sporadic blogger, and lover of beer. Lives in South Korea with her two cats, Bear and Geumbi.
Bear (Gom in Korean) then (above) now (below)
Geumbi (Gold in English)... then (above) and now (below).