Co-worker is jealous...How do I head off her bizarre behavior arising from an unfounded premise that I'm somehow monopolizing a mutual work friend?
I have a co-worker--let's call her Solange--who's an extremely extroverted, talkative, in-yo-face type, very political and angry about everything, but also funny and smart as all get out. When I met her I felt she was scary, but I decided to find her refreshing. She was a narcissist and a braggart, I thought, but I wasn't ready to just write her off. She had the guts to speak up in meetings about things that were really crappy about the org we work for, and there was a quiet part of me that admired her.
Anyway, Solange ignored me completely when she first got hired--she's pretty butch and I know I look like a Barbie, and I figured she despised me on sight. But as we got to know each other, it seemed that the chill was coming off her a bit. She started complimenting my work, which is something that doesn't often happen. It sent up a red flag--when people suck up to me, it only ever goes on for a very short time, and suddenly the other person does a one eighty, and from that point forward I'm treated like complete drek and I never know what prompted the change, and it's just depressing. So I'm wary of that kind of thing. Weird things would happen with Solange--I was in a meeting with my boss once (I was trying to decide whether or not to quit, so it was pretty tense), and she just came in the room and stood there chatting with him, oblivious of the situation. I chalked it up to attention hounding and thought it was either brazenly rude or unbelievably childish, but it didn't seem hostile. I can deal with just about anything, until it becomes outright hostile.
So I've been kinda-sorta waiting for the other shoe to drop, and recently it did. I was talking to a guy I work with (for anyone following my so-called life, it's the Buddhist guy who got married to a person I at first thought was a man because of her non-gender specific name, but she's not). We were sort of wedged into a corner of the room, waiting to go into another room that was occupied, when Solange appeared. She had been ignoring me recently in a very pointed way. She bustled over, never making eye contact with me. I made some good-natured comment, but she talked over me, her eyes on my co-worker. She squeezed herself right in front of me and bent over to hug my co-worker, putting her butt right in my gut. She did that for a while, then left (she's not a thin woman, and the whole thing was physically uncomfortable, insulting and bizarre).
She no longer speaks to me, and I didn't know why, until I started piecing some things together. She found out a few days ago that my co-worker, the Buddhist guy, gave me a microphone. Well, I bought it from him, but Solange whined to me (this was when we were still speaking): "He didn't give ME one!" And then she said, "I'm just kidding," in her weird low voice, and I knew she knew how dumb it was to say something like that, or even feel it (I know, feelings are feelings, you can't call them dumb or smart). But her behavior continued to be incredibly childish. It clicked when I rememebered that she had been giving the Buddhist guy rides home, and since he and I had been scheduled to work together for the past few nights, I had been giving him rides. It occurred to me she must have found out about it, and was jealous. Oh my jeezus. This is a forty-something woman, too.
I asked my husband what he thought about her physically cutting me off in the break room. I said I thought it was odd that she was competing with me for the attentions of this other co-worker, a part-time guy who isn't her boss and doesn't really have that much status. He said that it wasn't about the guy. He thinks Solange just really needs to be everybody's special friend, it doesn't matter who they are. And she was giving him rides home, and now she mistakenly thinks I'm his special friend because I've given him a few rides home. Ridiculous! I mean when I think about it, I can't believe it's happening. I haven't been in the middle of something like this since third grade.
Solange isn't my boss. She can't really affect my life, and I don't actually have to work with her on any project, so this situation probably shouldn't bother me as it has. But I'm so upset, I can't stop thinking about it. Strategy-wise, I could use some suggestions on how to deflect Solange's bizarre hostility, or at least manage it so it doesn't get in my way or continue to get me down.
BTW: Solange is gay, so she's not sexually jealous of my relationship with the Buddhist guy. It's something else. I mean, she must have had a crap childhood with sixteen brothers and sisters and was probably edged out of everything. But why the hell should I have to pay for that?
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posted by wfrgms at 3:24 PM on March 3, 2008