The thing is, I don't have any people issues that I'm aware of. I'm almost always smiling, I'm quite polite (please and thank you and whatnot).
But see? Even Chad senses...something. It seems to effect different people in different ways.
Do I have a lot of repressed anger? Mmmmmm...no. More like when someone does something I don't like, I bite my tounge and don't say anything. Most of the time it's little stuff that doesn't matter, and it blows over.
Then there's people who *constantly* get on my nerves. I still bite my tounge, but eventually it spills out.
Coworker is a prime example. He seems to think he's my boss. He's not even close. Yesterday it came to a head, but not a total blow-out (which, funnily enough, I kind of wish it had).
As I'm still in the 'learning' stages of stuff, I really want to learn about monitor repair. This guy? He's not so good at it, and it irks him to no end. I'm picking it up fairly quickly.
I brought in an old VGA monitor to pretty much rape for it's chassis, and get the other guy (who's about as cool as they come) to show me how to pull off a yoke, a whole three minute job.
We're in the stages of cleaning the shop out, and a lot of stuff is going in the trash, or being organized. Big job.
Prior to this, the cool guy took five VGA monitors that were just taking up space, and did what I described above.
My monitor was under the bench. Cool guy grabs it, was about to toss it (it was worthless, all ginged up, realized it was mine, and asked if I wanted to see how the yoke pulls off real quick. Of course I say sure! Learning time!
So I pull the case, Jerk guy comes over, says "what are you doing? Throw that thing in the trash" and starts walking away. I say "Didn't you hear me? Cool guy is going to show me how to remove a yoke, and I'm going to toss this." He turns around and yells "Didn't you hear me? It's a waste of time! THROW IT OUT."
I ignore him. Cool guy shows me the first screw to take the magnets off. Jerk comes back over, sees that I'm still looking at this monitor, starts mouthing off. "I don't know who you think you are, doing this kind of thing on shop time" and I'm like "Hey, if you've got something to say, just say it, man! This *is* job related!" He goes off, ranting and raving.
Finally, I'm so ticked off, I can't concentrate, my eyes are crossed, and I'm seeing red. I just pitch the darn monitor in the trash. (later cool guy showed me how after jerk had left). And he was fine after that. Why? Because I did things *his* way.
I guarantee it'll happen again, too. I'll do *something* he doesn't like, and I'll either have to hear about it for hours, or he'll get on me for something else that's not related, but worth complaining about (to him, anyway).