There is this guy at my office that doesn’t like me. Now I’m not saying that in that teenage kind of way in which I’m just speculating, because I have every reason to believe that this guy just does not like me. He’s significantly older than I am, and kind of symbolizes the old world. He was once in a position of managerial power, but was demoted at some point. My peers here who remember his regime of management cite that he was the utmost of micro-managers, and describe the kind of authority that would have made me quit, had I been present during that time.
But anyway, it’s very obvious he doesn’t care much for me. On the hierarchy of the office, he and I are essentially on the same plateau, and that has to bother him a great deal. He has his own office solely based on tenure, but the truth of the matter is that doesn’t really do much different work than I do; if anything at all, he gets more shit work than I do. But if that’s not enough justification, the fact that he won’t ever look me in the eye, and on several instances, in the office and at the one out-of-town work conference I attended, he flat out refused to get on the same elevator as I was on. As in, he is waiting for an elevator, but when he sees me show up, he will not board the elevator if it means having to share it with me alone, and will blatantly stand put and wait for the next one.