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.