Today at lunch, one of my coworkers told me that when she first started, she was told by another coworker that I was guilty of two things: 1. Sleeping with Nick, who was working here at the time, and 2. I don't like new girls who start working here, so don't even bother trying to get to know me.
First of all, gross. I love Nick to death, he is one of my favorite people in the world. But his penis makes me sick. I don't even want to know that he has a penis. I know most people don't think our kind of relationship can exist, but I'm telling you, straight up: I have never, nor will ever, be attracted to Nick. We have never so much as kissed. Ever. I won't try to explain our friendship because it is ridiculous, but it has never ever EVER been sexual. I kinda feel like I am related to Nick, but not really because that would be gross too (for other reasons). So I will just leave it as this: Not true.
Second of all, I am not mean to new people, male or female. I am mean to people, however, when they give me a reason to be. I have gone on mean campaigns on a few people at work, where I ignore them or am very cold to them. Usually this cold war ends when I either get sick of it or forget why I was mad at them in the first place. I'm not going to lie, sometimes my mean campaigns end up with the person leaving (not just because of me, but I would like to think that's true). In previous jobs, I had an uncanny way of going on an attack and the person would leave the company within weeks. However, I have tried that here and it has never worked. So I must be losing my touch.
But this new information this morning is bringing up old feelings from college days. All of my roommates were highly intimidated by me, though I'm not sure why. I am not a mean person. I am very honest, yes, but come on. If you can't handle the truth, we probably aren't going to last long as friends. I do tend to get my way, and when I know I can't get my way, I bow out very early. Like, if my friends and I are planning a night out, I know that if we go to a club, or anywhere crowded, I will not have fun. So if that is on the agenda, I bow out. However, if I can get my way and we can go to a dive bar, or a sports bar, I'm all in.
I guess that I am not okay with my reputation as being intimidating, but if my other choice is to be a passive pushover, I'll stay the same. But I am really pissed about this co-worker's words, and I think I know who said it. So guess what, bitch. It's on.