banshee

There is a clique of 4 banshees where I work. From my perspective, they have in common:

- not perfect but "okay" at what they do;
- hate my guts;
- I've never done anything to any one of them.

Except one time, not too long ago, I made the HUGE mistake of calling one of them by their given name as it appears in the employee list. I forgot that she hates her name. Hates it. Don't ask me why. When I did, Banshee1 went stupid childish.

WHY DID YOU CALL ME BY MY NAME???!! YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WERE DOING. GET OUTTA MY FACE!

I'm sorry. I called you by your name. I wasn't thinking. I called you by your name as listed in your employee profile.

"Well you don't have the privilege of talking to me again until I give you permission." (pretty much exactly what she said)

Uh... okay. Hope I live that long.

The Nephew®, 22 year old college student, tells me stuff like this about the idiots he schools with. Thing is, the folks I work with are supposedly "adults." Nephew schools with CHILDREN fresh out of highschool.

The Banshees crack me up. I'm sure I'm not the only one, but what fun, what idiocy, we all have to deal with when we deal with dumbass workmates.

What did the comic say? That if 10 people hated you it, it's your job to get 2 other haters by the end of Summer? Can't say if I believe that, necessarily, but I understand were dude was coming from. There's little--for me, NO--need to please banshees.

Give 'em the middle finger. I'm better than them. Yeah, I said it. As a human being, I'm better than the banshees.

Why I smile whenever they are around.