My co-worker, who is technically my employee, but my boss told her and it didn't take (you know, much like breaking up with someone and it doesn't take?) has got to be the most jealous person on the face of the planet. As an example, several days ago I had to buy a new computer. As soon as I mentioned that I was expecting a box (es) to be delivered, she had to know what was in them. After I told her, she immediately announced that she was buying not one, but two new computers. OK, fine. That's great. You should have two computers. You have two children who need at least one for school, and you could use one too.. Maybe you'll learn something new from the Internet.
At any rate, she proceeded to go on-line and then, the badgering began.
"What eez thees? 256 mg? What eez mg? What eez KB?"
I should mention at this point that I am usually fairly busy around this time of the month. SHe is never busy. I have not really figured out what she does. No one has, but since her husband (more on him later, as he figures into this story as well) is a friend pf the owner's, I guess someonefelt that they needed to give her some sort of job. If I had to guess, I would say that it is because she is so annoyingly jealous that her husband, who is a nice enough, if not terribly intelligent man, wanted her out of the house and away from him.
I got up from my desk, and went over to help her. As I used to work in financial systems, I am fairly computer-savvy. As soon as I explained what she was looking at, she said "Oh. I know that."
Ok, then why did you have to pester me. More stupid questions. Finally she decided that she is not buying a computer today, she will wait. Whatever.
As another example, yesterday, I brought in a big folding poster -type card that Larry gave me for our anniversary. It says" I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you." I thought it would be nice to have it up on the side of my filing cabinet to look at during the day. Just a little something to cheer me up when things go badly, as well as a reminder that someone special loves me. So, I put it up, and immediately get the questions -"What did you do for your anniversary? What did he get you?"
Well, I had not been planning on sharing this information with the office, but since she asked I decided to respond. She replied "Oh. that's nothing. My husband gets me all kinds of gifts on our anniversaries."
Fine. Good for you. Really.
Apparently my response failed to invoke some sort of expected reaction, as she got progressively more huffy as the day continued.
This morning, she demanded to know the "gossip" on a female bartender at the restaurant. Apparently, my crazy jealous co-worker has been informed that this bartender is "hot". Well, she is a very pretty girl with a nice body, about 23. She is a little hottie, but also a very nice girl who is young and likes to go out and party. Perfecly normal, right?
Apparently, my co-worker is offended because one of our younger, male, French groundskeepers, whom she obviously has a bit of a "crush" on (you know, crush in a married, but it never hurts to look way) finds this bartender very attractive (never mind that this kid couldn't handle dating the bartender. no way. She'd chew him up and spit him right out. Toy with his head like a drunk kitten).
Crazy co-worker throws a minor fit about this, then asks me if I am worried about Larry working with this bartender. What? Why would I worry about that? Apparently, "all men are peegs. They see an ass, they chase after it." OK, whatever. Maybe yours does, but I'd be more worried about the sign flying across the parking lot and severing my husband's head than I would about him cheating one me.
She spent quite a while trying to convince me that all men would cheat. It didn't work and now she is more huffy than ever. I know I shouldn't bait her, but I couldn't help it. I ended the conversation with "I guess I am just luckier than most."
She is fuming.
However, now I am a bit worried for the poor bartender, as the crazy jealous co-worker has decided that she needs to go "see" this girl who is so "hot". I feel like I should call the restaurant and warn them. Poor girl.
She's got a psycho French stalker after her now.
Toy with his head like a drunk kitten.
Damn that's good.
My best friend has a sister in law who is a real piece of work. My friend was toying with the idea of getting rid of her minivan (SIL has the exact same model) and buying a little sporty convertible something. SIL informed her that 'convertibles give me headaches and they mess up my hair, but I'm sure you'd like one' in the huffy tone Kristin so vividly describes. SIL has three kids and can't live without the minivan. And is jealous, so has to ruin everyone's fun.
There are more important things in life to get upset about.
that would solve 2 problems at the same time!