Anyway, I just want to profess my undying gratitude to whatever forces rule the cosmos in exchange for making my chatty co-worker resign and leave.
Today was her last day, and she left five seconds ago, and already a weight has been lifted. I dreaded talking to her so much that I actually put off saying any good-byes until she was basically walking out the door.
The sad thing is, I have been in her situation before. I have been the co-worker that everyone else couldn’t stand — though my offense was not talking, but rocking the boat. I tried to get a system fixed by exposing flaws to management so they would fix it, instead everyone else resisted me and I left the job. Six months later the system was completely dismantled and most of them were out of a job. They should have listened to me while they had the chance.
But anyway, I can’t help but feel some guilt for feeling the same way about a co-worker of mine.
But I swear… She was sick. She had a sickness. A sick sickness of talking. Talking way too much. Even when she was done talking, her larynx would continue to make a noise in her throat. Ask me in person sometime. It was like she was Cyclops of the X-Men, and could barely hold back her powers without protective gear (thanks for the metaphor, Dave Oranchak).
Anyway… I’m so happy now. With my other co-worker on vacation all this week, and my boss typically being 6 miles away, I get to spend the rest of the week alone, speaking with nobody, interacting with nobody. Good. Just the way I like it! Leave me alone and let me do my work.