It's really disappointing and disconcerting when you find out that coworker whom you thought of as a nice acquaintance turns out to be a vindictive untrustworthy perfidious backstabber. It just jaundices the outlook on future acquaintances....
Anyway, the upshot of it is that I'm now moving out of the Interlibrary Loan Department entirely, and in to Cataloging. The treacherous will be left to hang themselves. I will become sole coordinator for the retrospective thesis digitization program and, seemingly, for the time being, at least, have an immediate supervisor who likes my work.
It is a very efficient way of drinking milkshakes!
One guy at work is a right credit-stealing back-stabbing type, but he's in sales! He's always trying to give the impression everything positive is down to him and all problems are someone else's fault! Fortunately I have enough kudos that the people that matter still listen to me when he sets off!
There are a bunch of demanding types at my current job, and quite a number who are not quite up to the jobs they need to do (generally good at a narrow core of it, but not able to understand what other teams need) ... but very few who are deceptive and manipulative (when they are, they're completely open about it!).
I wish people at my job would be open about it. That you can fight. As it stands, you have to watch your back every moment of the day to make sure some higher up isn't stabbing you in the back and makes it look like you did it yourself. A whole lot more difficult to fight.
Congrats on your new position WG and you're right, let the annoying ** go hang themselves.
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Post by raspberrybullets on Sept 22, 2013 8:37:19 GMT
They are all fools! Keep perservering though, it can take a long time and hundreds or even thousands of job applications. And network, network, network!
The sight filled the northern sky; the imensity of it was scarcely conceivable. As if from Heaven itself, great curtains of delicate light hung and trembled. Pale green and rose-pink, and as transparent as the most fragile fabric, and at the bottom edge a profound fiery crimson like the fires of Hell, they swung and shimmered loosely with more grace than the most skillful dancer. ~ Northern Lights