Hon. Is back. It is not really that ominous (it is even a Swedish word?) As it sounds. She is not dangerous. Not even particularly annoying for me personally. But she should not be here and it is she.
She started at the same time as me. She was a bit annoying in that way that you do not really want to admit that you are experiencing. One wants to be a gorgeous girl. Someone who takes on the misfits and so. Anyone who remembers what it was like to be misfit. Someone actually made a lifestyle of always being the one that looks at the current misfits feel welcome in any case. Someone who is willing to take the risk yourself being bullied for the man stands up for the bullied. You want it.
It is not the nasty toys in the picture who has written the letter.
But the risk of that behavior is that there are fifty-fifty between becoming lifelong friends with a grateful misfit who thrives in a single person showed appreciation and that immediately ceases to be a misfit - or at least channel their inability to fit in any socially acceptable nörderi or, more often, get a notice that: it was not me who gave a misfit a chance this time, but it was a happy, funny nerd who took a gamble on the scatter their pearls for me and see if I oink - and to put on a professional victim. A kind of reverse bully who uses his weakness for messing with others and get what they want. I say fifty-fifty, but so far it is four-square between Prof. victims and happy geek surprise of my life. But I see it like this: geek happy surprises do not need me, so they do not seek me out. I must find them. And since I myself am a happy nerd surprise, it's more tentatively how it will work in practice. Withdrawn Withdrawn + = tentative acquaintance. But Prof victims ... They are a different story.
Prof victims, however. They can smell me from a hundred miles away. I'm not saying that the direct booking a ticket and Ryan follows her nose from continent to continent, but if we are in the same context so they attach to me like barnacles (or is it sjöanemoner?) and is stuck until I "make them disappointed." (This has made me deeply suspicious of anyone who actively seek my company. I always have to have a serious conversation with myself about not being afraid to fully normal people who just happen to think that we click.)
Need I say that She followed the archetype and welded themselves onto me from day one? I got on the bus. She was there. Wanted to talk. I did not want to talk. (1.I is a bad conversationalist and it gives me the anxiety of having to carry a conversation. Second I am not a morning person and want to be left alone on the road to work. 3rd I take every chance to read a book, Tomorrow the bus is very suitable for - if I really concentrated on the bus rampage, I would never be able to sleep again. Honestly, what is it with British bus drivers? They all behave like they are the last bus out of Pompeii. Maybe they are trying to run the time so they can have long conversations with people at each stop before they run on?) But you want to be a gorgeous girl. She who takes on those who are a bit anxious.
So, I plutt coated on. As you may remember, Mom, so it was good. I learned at the right pace and receiving encouragement and more difficult tasks of J. I found myself to inform the team discovered that my colleagues were fun (generally) and thrived.
Just as well, it was not for her. One of the problems was that she ... How do I say that? She was not so ... Her intellect was not so suitable for this particular kind of information ... Thus, I would not say that she is sluggish. So I do not think so. But it's her. Sluggish So. Or: her talent profile includes not just the fields necessary for this type of work. What do I know - maybe she is cruel on ukulele or can juggle toilet rolls like a pro? Her home is perhaps a miracle of tasteful furnishings, almost straight out of Wallpaper? Maybe she can dance like Kevin Bacon or write stanzinetter in Sanskrit? I do not know. I just know that she can not be programmed. At all. She has severe problems in understanding even the simplest concepts. She does not remember from one time to a another how she, with great difficulty and very helpful, solved a problem last time. (For about thirty seconds ago).
No, not her either. She read of course, you see well?
But you want to be that girl. So I helped her. I explained. Again. And again. I showed my solutions. I gave her my copy, carefully annotated, programs for self fiddling with them and see. And I'll give her this: she _ville_ understand. She _ville_ do it yourself. She never left the slightly modified versions of my programs as solutions to the data. She did not steal response. But she did not understand why my solution worked and not her. Fast. I. Explained. I was completely cracked at not being able to find a way to explain that went forward. It did not.
probation ended - there was no question about it. She could not continue. She cost the company money. It is supposed to generate them. We are a company - not a sheltered workshop. J was feeling bad. He had worked so hard to get her fit for purpose and provided her with how many extra hours tutoring at any time, at the expense of time he should be spent on projects that lead projects (such as drug money for the com company) - he did his job in the evenings and was her caregiver days. (Nej. She is _verkligen_ not nice, so, yes, it was of his goodness.) The rest of us helped out as best we could. D, C and I. P called in - as homemakers and senior, she was only supposed to clean the project. Just, just programming. But she is so cruel clever and so good at conveying his knowledge to J begged it as a favor to her and she stood up. She also wanted to be that girl. J arranged an extension of the probationary period to give her a chance to catch up. Right against management's wishes. He fought tooth and nail to give her a chance. He justified it by saying that she missed a couple of productive days at the beginning of her IT had tangled. (Everyone's IT struggled incessantly at the beginning. The office was new and the system under-dimensioned) He got what he wanted. She got one last chance to prove that she could understand the most rudimentary features of our work.
She did not, and it was not because of lack of commitment. The whole office was involved in getting her up to scratch. But it did not. The woman has a master's in math but do not understand how to calculate minutes of an hour. She did not SAS-time. What is not working as usual measure of time, but still not difficult to understand: to simplify the kind of arithmetic that the reporting of time requires time is expressed in the SAS as the number of days elapsed since 1 / 1 1960th 2 / 1 in 1960 is therefore 1, 3/1 är dag 2 etc. Dagar som infallit före 1/1 1960 uttrycks som negativa tal. Detta gör det lätt att tex räkna ut hur många dagar som gått sen man tog första dosen av en medicin man testar utan att behöva dividera med 24/60 etc. Det är faktiskt enklare än att jobba med ”normala” tidsangivelser. Så icke för Henne. Det krångliga med det var att Hon inte förstod att även om underliggande data för en viss dag inte såg ut som detta långa tal eftersom någon along the way applied a style to it. Ie, told the system to show it on one of the human brain is easy to understand manner. This SAS is one hundred and first Most people can take this with a little encouragement, even if they have never been close to the statistical programming. Yes, even if they failed math in elementary school completely, so the concept is still understandable. Maybe not for my fuzzy description above, but definitely after that I found and let them try again. I feel _ingen_ who could not understand this (if they only have the stomach concentrate long enough)
Hon. Understood. Not.
But she wanted to work as a programmer. So much in fact that when J with a heavy heart had to give her the news that she would not be permanent, so he could not even begin to say what he would before she interrupted him with "If this does not go as I want, I will notify the bullying has been going on here."
Gobsmacked?
It was we.
Here, however, I shoot in, I should have seen it coming. During one of torture bus trips when we failed by expressing ourselves in English as the second did (let's put it like this: I often get credit for my English is better than the spoken on the BBC. Soooo ... it was not my English was the problem. I think.) so she told me - as if it were completely normal - she cit mt its neighbor. And his landlord. For the landlord had actually beaten her. (I do not think of any more) She was deeply upset that the court did not give her the right.
Whatever is going on in the department, this was not the bullying - more pampering. Rather, affirmative action. Rather sick much support and help. But - a woman of her word, she received the news that the management has decided not to offer her a permanent contract. Went home without saying goodbye and filed official complaints on bullying.
She implied D and C - tried to imply to me, but there was J documentation that she repeatedly expressed how happy and grateful she was for my help so it crapped itself, and asserted in place of HR that the reason it went so well for me with the introductory course was that I had genius for me a record of all data before it began. Why is she not attracted to it on the boys, I have no idea. (Perhaps she did, but I did get of course only know what I was accused of). Since J himself had removed the record-section from the Compendium before he distributed it and had it locked in his desk drawer, he could easily refute that kind of allegations. (When I was at the interview I had to make a technical test on my SAS skills, so it had probably gone to loose anyway, but J suggested as a gladiator for me. Yes: I was a teacher's favorite. Do you have a problem with that?)
process has since gone out for a whole year. Bullying is usually difficult to prove if you really are bullied. But if not, it has been time and energy to obtain a medical certificate that you feel bad - even if the cause can not be proven. In a normal company would have gone like this: HR conduct an investigation. Concludes that the allegations can be substantiated. Insertion that they are would be in trouble if they kick someone after a bullying allegation and buy him out. Probably what she expected. In our business they have instead chosen to keep her (as a probationer) - but it took a year to reach such a point. My theory is: they follow all the rules and laws that are and would rather the major economic blow to have her in Payroll than to "negotiate with terrorists," which probably would be less costly. Counter-claim is that she actually comes in and works, which is the last thing she wants. She has prokrastinerat in one year. Sick Wrote itself. Absent from meetings. Erupted during the negotiations. Everything for them to give up and kick her. Throughout the year, the course has not paid wages, but she has probably been living on the equivalent of the sickness fund (hint: not much stålars) until it became unbearable to live on so little money and she Insa , g that they would not cough up. A common avgångsverderlag usually three months at frivillit redundancy. A Worker's comp can be up to one year's salary. Probably they thought that it is better to give her a chance to become productive, pay a part-time (She's working now only Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday) for three months and then kick her, secure in the knowledge that they are squeaky clean. To amuse himself a bit, they have given her G as immediate superior. G hate her. G is a first-class narcissist, classic bully - perhaps they hope to take two birds with one stone - Maybe they just wanted to mess with G which is now forced to paw at the toe of her, well aware that it could cost him his job to speak up against her. It is wonderful to see. She, had to work with something she can not handle, and he had to suck up to someone who disgusts him - and be accountable for that she learns her job. At first I thought HR was stupid that not only said, "Hey, we have proof that you are lying. Unpack you out of here and forget References: "Now I wonder if there is a nasty streak in our HR department that I, on the one hand not to be left in the firing line for, but on the other hand, currently enjoying the a spectator. I think they have handled this just right. (In my view, that is)
Recommended reading.
Okay. She has lied about me, and if people I like. She has been underestimated my innate intelligence by not being able to think I can understand the things she can not (the only thing she knows about my background is that I am a humanist, and my longest job before this was in kindergarten) - if she, Matt schoolmaster, not fix it - how can the Swede who does not even have math c (that's Number Two high school math for us old-timers.) understand that? No, ruffel and arc must exist. (In a weak moment, she revealed to me - on the bus of course - that it took her five years to meet the three-year training behind her msc, and that her supervisor in practice did the information for her to get rid of her. No, she did not take a sabbatical. She was studying full time for all five years. It is two years of only omtentor. )
Then came the next shocker: she is 45. (She dresses from New Look and TopShop - ie, as a thirteen). She is 45. This is the longest job she ever had and she has spent a total of four months a year here. She has put in systems to fail on things and either get others to do them for her, or meeting people. This is what I mean by typical of a bully who uses his weakness (and other people's kindness) as weapons. One prof victims.
Now she's back. She is doing its best to act victims. She stresses along the walls and staring, staring, staring at people, and not necessarily that she's talking to (she has iofs always done, it was one of the things that immediately PinPoint her as a misfit). She jumps to if someone talks to her. She stopped short as a deer in the truck cease when I say good morning. It's disgusting actually and both insulting and annoying. She knows, as well as I, that I have not bullied her - but on the contrary - so why is she so? Why löjlar she?
Well - well, she must properly maintain the illusion, and partly so: if I had lied about someone, in the belief that a : they would not hear it, and b: I would never see them again, I would have thought it was damn hard to meet them again, given that HR had interview with them and put forward - and been disproved - Every lie. Partly as hell better jump when they kindly say good morning.
I with my fucking mood? Why have I not riveted to her? Well - she has no advantage over me, so why should I care about. She can play their little game if she wants - her lies were toothless and her acting is obvious to all. On the contrary, she gets me to see the damn professional and grown up each time I kindly greet her good morning - and I have the satisfaction of an ever so well-aimed BIFF would never make her less stressed out by her anticipation of the , and the creepy friendliness of a man trying to do really bad. Revenge not only taste better cold, the more protracted it is, the harder it takes.
And whatever how little I want - I'm still that girl. No matter how badly she has behaved, so it gave her no real advantage. She did not achieve what she wanted. She burned the major bridges, and alienated their sole defender, in his wild facts after straw and she is probably sincerely apprehensive about the reaction from them she lied about . She is expected to do a job she can not handle and she knows that she would not have the pay, severance pay or sick leave in a few months. No one in her office like her. They are polite and friendly, but they do not like her and no one wants her there. Every Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday she goes to a job she does not want, and do not want her, trying to do things she just can not handle, along with people who have good reason to be angry at her and no reason to extend a hand as she struggles. She is several thousand mil from her family, she is 45 and too stupid passing a qualifying job, but the snobby to take an unqualified. There is no one like her.
How can I _not_ feel sorry for such a man?
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