Why I believe in not working with people you love
There’s three people in the world that I’d never work with: my spouse, my sister and one of my good friends. My spouse because he’s such a clean freak at home that I couldn’t handle dealing with this 24–7. My sister cause she’s seven years older and would end up bossing me around which I’ve already had my share of growing up. My friend because we both get annoyed about the same things which would probably be disastrous and result in an unproductive environment due to our yapping.
But most of all, I just don’t want to know their work ways. And I don’t want them to know mine.
I’ve come to realize that we are all human (shocking realization, I know) and will possess some, if any, traits that one hundred percent suck to random people. I’d like to think I’m perfect but I’m not. I consider myself OCD and a recovering perfectionist (translates to my trying to be more effective versus efficient), traits that tend to irritate those who are not. But I am a true team player. By true I mean that even if I can’t stand you, I’ll still have your back at work. Which I consider a positive trait of mine. (At least I have one I’m proud of.)
But I often wonder which of my working manners/habits might cause my loved ones to gasp in shock once they learn them. How extreme are these traits I possess? Would they consider me difficult to work with? Am I as fair as I believe myself to be???
All these thoughts came up as a result of an incident I had a work when I officially discovered ‘the baby’ of the bunch. Mind you, he’s 38 years old. He’s the second oldest employee yet he acts like he’s ten. He sighs loudly when he doesn’t get his way and throws vocal tantrums when he’s trying to vie for attention. Most of which are ignored once his immature ways had surfaced.
Oh and he’s a prime ass kisser. Go figure.
But in all honesty, I know that there must be something about me that I wouldn’t want my loved ones to discover (as little habits as they may be), in fear they would cast a different view of me. Perhaps love me less. Or worse, think I was a horrible co-worker. Something I think strongly about a few people at work, people that aren’t my loved ones.
That is the difference. Yeah they annoy me as fuck, but thank goodness they aren’t people I plan on having in my life for as long as they’ll have me.
It’s not to say, it’ll never happen. It might. It could. But right now, I’m fine with working without my loved ones. Cause when my shift is done, I know it’s them I’m coming home to, not coming home with.
