Why Do My Damned Co-workers Keep Asking Me If I Need Help?
Honestly, I don't know if I look like a little punk, or just appear to be plain incompetent. But my goddamed office co-workers have got to stop asking if I need help.
Take for example, just last Tuesday at 6:20pm. There I am, just collating my un-finished stack of T.P.S. reports while everyone else were shutting down their computers and calling it a day. Cheryl comes up to me, "Hey Ben, need a hand with those reports?"
Wow. Do I just exude this aura of being a completely incompetent fucknut? I mean, don't I look like I can manage this immense workload on my own just in time to knock off at 9-ish, grab a quick bite and head on home to continue working on the reports?
What about just this morning in the presentation pitch with our Malaysian clients? Francis, our department head asked if I was able to take notes of our client's feedback and input and deliver the presentation at the same time. Sure boss, no problem, I told him. But guess what? Jonathan just had to open his bleeding gap, and chip in to offer to take the minutes of meeting instead, making me look like an inept buffoon in the process.
Jesus Christ John. Did I ask for your assistance? Am I wearing a sign around my neck that says, "Amateur at work here, assistance required"?
Look, if I needed help, I'd ask for help. I didn't though. So can't you busybodies take an extra hour of lunch or knock off a couple hours earlier so I can work in peace?
I swear some days, it really gets to me. I'm 31, and still a junior executive. All I want to do is to prove my worth and competence here, in order to ascend the corporate ladder a little quicker. A guy's got to make plans you know? I'm not getting any younger.
But as long as these bootlicking sycophants remain my colleagues, management’s going to continue seeing me as an ineffectual worker. Why can’t they just leave me alone?
