Need to vent a bit. Just having a shitty day at work, for a couple of reasons. A little background, I work with the MOM. He used to be one of my best friends, and I also hired him here, and he worked for me for many years. We still work in the same IT group, in the same building, and sit less than 100 feet apart.
So, first, I was talking to a colleague about other jobs at another company. She was telling me about some potential positions working for someone we mutually know--but this person has a fucked up marital history, as a former MOW, who left her husband to marry her AP, who left his wife to marry her (after he was cheated on by his first wife). Anyway, let's just say I've no desire to work for this person, given the whole fucked up affair-shit surrounding her.
The colleague I was talking with could read the expression on my face, but tried to ignore, and went on talking about how she feels she's the only one left in corporate america who still believes in monogamy, and marital vows, etc... I almost lose it... end up telling her a brief overview of my wife's A. Fuck, it's like I can't get away from it, ever, anywhere!
Then, off to a meeting... oh, but wait, this is the project meeting that the MOM is also invited too. Weekly. Small meeting room, only 6-8 attendees. I can't go. I dial-in from my office instead. I can hear, once again, the confusion and comments about why the hell I'm not in there. Trying to interact over the phone on nitty gritty project details. They extend the meeting, want to dive into details, drawing on the whiteboard, etc. I cannot follow along... finally mumble some feeble excuse, and hang up.
I'm so pissed that my job performance has suffered so much over the past year for the shit I've gone through.
I'm pissed that he won't leave; I was here first, I hired him, promoted him, yet he is still here.
I'm pissed that I repeatedly am thrust into situations and conversations that come back to the A.
I'm pissed that I'm expected to try and "cope" with having to be in his presence, or actually interact with him.
I'm pissed that I nearly broke down in fucking Panera, while IM'ing with my wife about all of this.
So, I told my wife I'm done with trying to "cope" with being in his presence. I refuse to put any more work into this, or talking about it with my IC. I know "fairness" has little use or applicability in the A-world, but I'm drawing the line on this one, and calling foul. It's unreasonable for anyone to expect me to sit in the same room as that fucker. I will "cope" with every other aspect of this situation. I will choke down every other shit sandwich, but NOT that one. Fuck that.
For any BS out there who has to routinely spend time with the AP... my hats off to you, you are a stronger specimen than me.