The New Coworker

There's a new guy at work and he sits right next to me. It's sad that we had to let the last guy go just because he was a casual worker and had a maximum of 90 work days in a calendar year. He was smart, trained, and we got along. Now we have someone new, and we have to train him, and I don't know if he and I will be getting along. He's quite a bit older, and tends to talk A LOT, like when I'm trying to get work done, he's yapping away about the piece of land he owns in Arizona or giving me a DETAILED account of his work history.

And when I try and train him in something, he sorta acts like a know-it-all and ends up either telling me how things worked at his previous job or the job before that or eight jobs before that, OR he gives me suggestions on how to do my job.

Bahhh!!!

It's a minor complaint. I mean, just this past weekend, Calvin's firefighter brother was regaling us with stories about having to lift an obese woman onto a gurney after she had overdosed on drugs or alcohol at some party at a community centre. She had vomited into the air vents and then shat herself. He said when they were lifting her up, shit was coming down her leg.

So yeah, a pesky cubicle mate is nothing compared to that.