Working an office job will truly make you have the wildest enemies, bc why is my nemesis rn a woman I’ve never met and who exclusively haunts me by sending diabolical emails, and also a specific guy who left my company before I even worked here and made the system so fuckass that it ruined procedures for like a year
Yesterday my nemesis (woman I’ve never met and whose face I’ve never seen) sent my office an email so rude, basically saying we had fucked up every project she ever ordered from us, one of the worst emails I’ve ever read in my life.
And it pissed me off so badly that I spent the ENTIRE WORK DAY today compiling evidence from every project my team has ever done for her, pulling past emails she’d sent us, putting together an entire case proving that she had been the problem all along. That she got projects mixed up, that she’d made requests that were nonsensical, literally everything you could possibly imagine. Screenshots of emails, reports we’d submitted, EVERYTHING.
This woman in particular has been terrorizing my team for years, her name is almost a slur in my office, I had simply had ENOUGH of her.
I put all of this evidence together and sent it to all of my bosses at 4:30pm. Then I took a long break to eat a sweet treat and drink some tea.
After my break, my bosses all called in an emergency meeting with me and they said they read my report and fucking loved it. And I sat on a teams call with my boss’ boss as she wrote my nemesis the scathing email I had always fantasized about sending, using the evidence I’d compiled, and hit send.
It was the most satisfying workday I’ve had since I got hired.
Can I talk about my Work Sister whom I’ve never met?
I do estate tax and there’s an estate lawyer in town that I have a good working acquaintanceship with. We end up working for the same clients and send each other documents, sometimes send each other referrals, etc. He has a paralegal who is an absolute angel and the light of my busy season. I’ve only ever exchanged a handful of emails with her, but I would die for this woman. Her name is Niloofar.
When Niloofar sends me paper copies of documents, I’m talking 100+ pages trust agreements and other fiduciary arrangements, she removes every. single. staple. and replaces it with a paper clip. So I have it sectioned out, but it’s easy to scan. I know there were staples in there, I can see the holes. Every single one thoughtfully - dare I think, lovingly? - removed.
I am thrilled for your victories over your Work Nemeses. May they be cursed to the tenth generation. But amidst all the wrathful ignorance of your enemies, let us add for contrast, the serene and beatific competence of Niloofar.





















