imagine the perkiest, most anxious person you know. like if anne hathaway and monk from that TV show were combined, with a pinch of kristen chenoweth (minus the sarcasm or irony). then send that person to law school in a really shitty economy.
okay? now you have to dress the appropriate image. despite the fact that we are a businessy/business casual dress code and creativity in dressing is not discouraged (today i wore a maroon and blue striped trapeze dress and received several compliments), this person wears SHARPLY PRESSED slacks (they cannot be described as pants. they are slacks.) OR a black/navy/gray pencil skirt and either a button down or plain v-neck sweater every day. every.day.
so overeager young associate (OYA) just kills me softly pretty much 24/7. the aforementioned pencil skirts slay me. one friday she wore something ponte knit and she actually came to my office to ask me if it was okay. it was a knee-length navy dress with an elbow sleeve and boatneck. "BUT IT'S KNIT!" she said. i'm sure that day i was wearing jeans and my chicken shirt or somesuch nonsense.
we're FB friends (i'm FB friends with some of my colleagues). i block the ones i want to block from stuff. but, generally speaking, i am tame on FB. no catfights, VERY limited politics.
she NEVER EVER EVER comments on my posts. she ONLY private messages me. i asked OYA about it, and she said she "didn't want it preserved forever" (her comments, i presume) because she's FB friends with some of the partners she works with and she doesn't want them to see that she's on FB. like, once i posted that i was annoyed at how charming i find giuliana and bill and she had to message me like "me too! i had no idea anyone else watched!" this is HILARIOUS to me because A) so are they; B) she's commenting on MY posts, which the partners she (and i) work with who are our mutual FB friends can see--lady, if i'm saying it and have been saying it and am still employed i'm pretty sure you aren't getting fired; and C) she didn't see anything wrong with telling me directly to my face that she, apparently, thinks i'm WILD and fb RECKLESS BEYOND MEASURE.
she can't keep this up for forever. one day OYA's going to crack and show up in clown shoes and holey, acid-green yoga pants, isn't she?
this thread brought to you by the fact that today OYA was eating a sandwich from home and i noticed that she actually has one of those sandwich-shaped tupperwares. of course. and she FB messaged me to say congrats on the baby--even though SEVERAL MUTUAL COWORKERS had already liked/commented on the post. lol.
lol. It must be exhausting to be her.. Also, I thought the only person who wore slacks was my grandmother, I had no idea it was a fancy name for pants that over achievers used...When I hear that word I can only picture my grandmothers very large, elastic band slacks. This reminds me of that she one time pooped her slacks at the grocery store. I WILL NEVER refer to my pants as slacks for this reason.
Nope, she won't change. There are only two possible career trajectories here: 1) Overeager Youngest Equity Partner Ever or 2) Politics. Probably in her hometown/ district, where she has been planning her political future for decades, ala Tracy Flick. You heard it here first.
Nope, she won't change. There are only two possible career trajectories here: 1) Overeager Youngest Equity Partner Ever or 2) Politics. Probably in her hometown/ district, where she has been planning her political future for decades, ala Tracy Flick. You heard it here first.
YWIA!
oh god, you're probably right about the politics.
mwos, DEFINITELY gunner. so classic it's like she bottled eau de gunner and wears it daily.
All I can think of is OYE COMO VA when I read this.
And I hate her kind.
You are nice to interact.
that sounds a little like oy vey, which runs through my head whenever OYA and i speak.
i'm generally nice at work. BELIEVE IT OR NOT. seriously. which is why i'm the person everyone comes to with "um, cville, is it just me, or is OYA, uh, grating?" so i know i'm not alone.
this is a person who told someone (me) from whom she regularly (all the time) seeks (nonbillable) advice that, essentially, i do all of FB unprofessionally and wrong. seriously.
this is a person who told someone (me) from whom she regularly (all the time) seeks (nonbillable) advice that, essentially, i do all of FB unprofessionally and wrong. seriously.
I would've defriended long ago, both in real life and on Facebook.
Frankly, I wouldn't have befriended in the first place because I can't deal with such nonsense.
But I imagine that she wouldn't want to be my friend in the first place. LOL.
i actually forget that we're fb friends for ages and ages because, presumably, she blocks me from all updates. and then SHAZAAM she'll private message me about something and i laugh and laugh and laugh. and plan something extra outrageous to wear to work the next day. like, god, i don't know. CROPPED PANTS. lol.
And do you have a visual for the slacks? Are they different than dress pants?
oh, they're just dress pants. but the crease is so SHARP it just makes me think SLACKS slacks SLACKS. mere "pants" is insufficient to describe the aggressive power of that crease.
i get my pants dry cleaned and pressed and i don't have a crease that sharp EVAH. the dry cleaners must know that i'm too lax for slacks.
And do you have a visual for the slacks? Are they different than dress pants?
oh, they're just dress pants. but the crease is so SHARP it just makes me think SLACKS slacks SLACKS. mere "pants" is insufficient to describe the aggressive power of that crease.
i get my pants dry cleaned and pressed and i don't have a crease that sharp EVAH. the dry cleaners must know that i'm too lax for slacks.
Which reminds me. My moms irons jeans. WITH A CREASE. She ironed DH's once. He put them on and yelled "WTF is going on with my jeans?". We had to rewash them. lol