I had a really interesting conversation with someone on Friday night. The topic was “people.”
Lately, I have been having some [absolutely] ridiculous encounters with people at work (usually when I am inquiring about different things: my new position has me traveling around the office asking A LOT of different questions to A LOT of different people, most of whom are always “too busy” to lift a pen to help you).
Anyways, I have found a way of classifying the entire company I work for with 6 different groups of people.
- The 1st group of people I will call “The Tiffany’s”: The Tiffany’s are the type of people in the work-world who wouldn’t help you if you were lying on the floor bleeding to death. They are the most selfish group, helping only themselves while being fucking assholes to everyone else. (Also in this group are the Anna’s, The Oxana’s, The Steve’s, The Singh’s, The Elsie’s and The Jay’s)
- The 2nd group of people are “The Rebecca’s”: The Rebecca’s are the type of people who criticize your every move. They pretend to be your friend and then back-stab the shit out of you whenever they get the chance. They also do that fake pretend to be nice shit then talk smack behind your back. (also in this category are The Emnie’s, The Rosie’s, and the Stacy’s)
- The 3rd group of people are “The Alexis’s”: The Alexis’s are the type of people who will do whatever and whomever it takes to climb the corporate ladder as quickly as possible. They will show as much skin as they possibly can without being in the latest issue of Playboy, and wear heels as high as the water in New Orleans after Katrina. They are catty to other women, watch out ONLY for themselves, and be sure to flirt with only the men who they think that all they need to do to them is bend over for them in order to get a promotion. (also in this group are “The 10th and 12th Floor Girls”)
- the 4th group of people are “The Martin’s”: The Martin’s will BUST their ass trying to prove themselves to others. They do whatever it takes in order to show other’s that they are not failures or that they actually deserve just as much as everyone else. They are not afraid to be honest with you but they also do not like confrontations. They can be unapproachable but are not unlikable. (The Sandy’s, The Garry’s and The Dave’s also fit into this category)
- The 5th group of people are “The Kevin’s”: The Kevin’s are the sleazy guys who don’t see women for their brains but for their appearances. They tend to relate really well to “The Alexis’s.” They talk only to the people that will show them some tits or ass. Simply put, they are nothing but sleazebags. (Also in this category are The Dan’s, The Jim’s, The Evan’s, The Jake’s, The Josh’s and The Brenden’s)
- The 6th group of people are “The John’s”: The John’s are some of the most genuine people. They want for you to succeed, and they want to help get you as far as you can in life. These are the reliable people, those you can depend on in any situation. (also in this category are the Evelyn’s, and The Annie’s)
Anyways, back to my original point, the conversation really opened my eyes to the different types of people that I work with.
I find that I just don’t know how to deal with The Rebecca’s and The Tiffany’s of the corporate environments. As the person I spoke with put it, “they just want what you got, and since they cant have it because its yours, they hate you.”
I also don’t know where I fit in the spectrum. I know where I think I fit in, but not where everyone else thinks I fit in.
My problem is that all my life people have gone around telling me what a fucking piece of shit i am, and how I am so fucking stuck up and that I am a conceded asshole who cares only about myself and that I am the biggest bitch ever yadayadayada………((**side-note: a majority of this has been my sister at one point or another**)). I don’t think that this is true at all; I find that I can be a very caring person, I just may not show it how you may want to be shown that you are cared about. But I do do things for other people out of the pure goodness of my heart, and I do do things without expecting any type of recognition from anyone. People tend to think I’m a bitch because I’m brutally honest at times, or because I tell it like it is, but whatever, would you rather me lie to you? What it comes down to, is if you need my help, I’m there for you. But if you treat me like a piece of shit, don’t expect me to sit around like a dog to help you lap something up. If your cold, I always have a sweater nearby; if you need someone to talk to, I’m always there to listen; if you need a random fact about anything and everything, I’m always there with something nifty and informative (lately the immediate females I work with have been calling me the “Den Mother” as I take care of them like their own moms would, telling them how to get stains out of their clothes and calming them down over bug bites); if you are hungry, I’ll loan you some money for something or even share my food with you; and if you need a piece of gum, you know I always have a pack on me: and I never expect anything in return. How does me being what I think is remotely genuine of a person come across to certain people as a stuck-up cunt?
If this is really the case, that I am such a fucking terrible person, then why do people try to talk to me? or try to change me? I know I’m a good person, and at the end of the day, I am okay with myself and with the things I do, and I have absolutely no problem falling asleep at night.
I know I can be misunderstood because I don’t like to get confrontational about things. But I totally get that people hate me because of what I have (note: this is not meant to sound cocky). I have worked REALLY hard for EVERYTHING that I have gotten in life, and if working my ass off makes me a bad person, so be it. My mom instilled it in me to bust my ass for EVERY SINGLE THING that I wanted. I have never had anything just handed to me “just because,” and I have known a lot of people in life that lack that motivation and drive that I have to get what they want, as they have been given things on a silver platter. My mom taught me that in order to have nice things, you bust your ass for them, unless of course your father is Donald Trump.
I guess what it comes down to is that I don’t care that “The Rebecca’s” and “The Tiffany’s” hate me. I just care that they care about my every move, and that they wouldn’t help me if their lives depended on it. I hate that people that hardly know me in the work-world hate me for absolutely no reason, or because they think that knowing someone got me to where I am when it didn’t. Proving that I was worthy enough to do what I am doing got me to where I am right now, and hopefully it’ll get me even further.
Like I said above, I don’t think that I’m a terrible person, and I try to not make things “All about me” but it can be difficult when the other person accusing you of making things all about you doesn’t make anything about them—even when you give them the chance to. I refuse to believe that I’m a bad person, because deep down, I know what a considerate and caring person I can be, and if you think otherwise, the only thing I have to say to you is: go fly a kite, you’re not worth my time or aggravation.
Side thoughts: Who are you supposed to turn to when there’s no one willing to help you, or when the whole world seems to be against you? Sometimes relying on yourself and yourself only can be difficult and you need someone to give you an extra push or a shove if need be. But if no one is there, how do you help yourself?