I’m the villain.

Last week at the office, I got a manager requested a second monitor for one of his users.  I told him that I could follow through on his request, but there would be a catch: I only had a 17″ flat screen monitor available.  His user already had a 19″ monitor.  I told him it was going to look a little awkward, but that it would work.  The manager said that he had no issues if the monitor sizes were mismatched.  So I proceeded to make it happen.  Shame on me.

So the guy who got the mismatched monitors apparently made some comments to co-workers regarding me and how I’m the bad guy.  At first, I didn’t give it much thought.  This sort of thing happens where, although you may try, you can’t make everyone happy.  But then I thought, maybe I’ll embrace this.  Maybe I can be the villain.  I would change my default answer on everything to “NO!”.  I could start wearing black all the time.  Maybe even work on an evil laugh.  I mean, why not give the people what they want?

The problem is that the considerate and understanding co-workers out number the drama queens like the guy previously mentioned.  And although I would love to treat the problem children with much more scrutiny than the other co-workers, I have to treat them all the same.  I have to be professional regardless if they chose to do the same.  So I guess I won’t be doing the villain thing after all.  Which sucks because I already have a good villain mustache in mind.

-Dave Q.

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  • My parents used to abandon me a lot as a child. In the morning, they'd take me to my school and then abandon me there, until school got out. Then at night, after they tucked me in bed, they'd abandon me and go to sleep in their own bedroom. Sometimes they'd let me sleep with them in their room, but if I started playing my guitar they'd take me back to my bedroom and abandon me again. Once, they abandoned me for a whole week, at my grandparents' house.