Okay, I've had enough of this one coworker. Never says hello, not once in three years she's been here, always looks like she's scared to death of everyone. You know what, fuck you bitch, I don't care if you've got trauma. I know people who have trauma and they don't go around wincing at every thing and can muster a cordial "good morning" even when they don't feel friendly. Saying good morning is how you acknowledge your fellow human exists and has feelings. I don't care if some post modernist wants to deconstruct perfunctory greetings and small talk, or if some comedian wants to make a wry observation about it. It doesn't make it any less inflammatory when one person says hello and the other doesn't.
Even autistic people can be trained to say hello. If you are functioning enough to run a copy machine and answer emails you can say HELLO. Now I sound like Jerry's uncle.
She probably doesn't even have trauma.
There's another gal at work who's a little bit like this too, but once she warms up to you, she's kind of cool. Even though this one now smiles at me in the hallway, why the hell did I have to earn this, the very bottom of the barrel human decency?
If it was just me I wouldn't be complaining. But what set me off is one of my other coworkers sat in my office at the end of Friday saying "What the fuck is wrong with her? Did I do something wrong? I'm not a mean person!"
And then we picked apart her retarded gothy outfits.
