if you like doing your job and going home, how do you bear with coworkers who are lazier but more popular than you and get away with doing less? - eviltoast

you might be an introvert, passionate about your job, or simply old enough to disregard friendships at work because you already have enough friends and a family.

The coworkers I like the most are the ones that come to work, don’t like drama, do their job and go home. That’s what I try to do.

However, there are always some established cliques who know how to play the unit / supervisor and get away doing much less, even feeling entitled to order you around, even though they are not your supervisor.

To people who experience this. How do you tolerate it? Even after changing jobs, this can happen at your new workplace, maybe it happens in every workplace?

  • Lost_My_Mind@lemmy.world
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    5 months ago

    old enough to disregard friendships at work because you already have enough friends and a family.

    No no. Thats not how getting older works. See what jappens is, as you get older, you realize that the people you’re friends with are bunch of jackasses. So you stop talking to them.

    And then you realize you have less drama in your life. So you kick out more jackasses out of your life.

    Pretty soon, your life is much quieter, and drama free. You don’t have to put up with stupid bullshit anymore.

    And your family is nice and all, but everybody needs to calm down.

    So it’s not that you have enough friends when you’re older. You have less. You just stopped giving a shit.

    Thats the beauty of getting older. You stop giving a shit about people that don’t matter.

    • vestmoria@linux.communityOP
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      5 months ago

      yes, a very beautiful post.

      Lost_My_Mind: how do you do it? Because apparently I’m very thin skinned and overly political statements my coworkers blurt out trigger me or their boring marriage troubles bore me and I find myself trying to control me not to yell ‘I don’t give a f*ck about you, leave me alone’, which of course earns me an invitation with management…