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So today my supervisor says that there is a new permanent employee starting on Monday - but I should not feel threatened, because they are not in a position to let me go at this point. Well... okaaay. I'm not sure what that actually means - one or two more weeks? a month? more?... *shakes head in confusion*

And this one woman at work is driving me totally nuts. She is Polish, and the fact that we both speak the same native language somehow makes her assume I must be interested in her whole family history, as well as any other trivia she wishes to share with me. She just comes up to my desk and starts talking without a warning, or shouts to me across the office - and usually it takes me some time to realize that she's actually talking to me, because no one else around speaks Polish. I find it increasingly annoying, distracting and just plain intrusive. I barely know her, and I really couldn't care less for the fact that I might get along well with her son, who is about my age.;) But today she just overdid it. She walked up to me when I had my headphones on, asking what I was listening to, and as soon as I took them off, so that I could hear her, she grabbed them and put them on herself. Now this may sound extremely weird, but to me something like that is a serious intrusion upon my privacy - especially when done by someone who is practically a stranger. She not only brutally interrupted my music-induced trance (:P), but also made me feel exposed, as though she had dumped the contents of my purse on the floor for everyone to see, or something like that. And all through it just chattering mindlessly away, having no clue that I felt like strangling her with my bare hands... LOL. God, I hate people like that. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I got so thrown off my track that I immediately messed up what I was doing (data entry-wise)... and then did it again, just after I corrected the previous mistake. Actually, I couldn't quite calm down for a few minutes, slamming my desk drawers needlessly and clenching my teeth not to actually tell her to GO TO HELL. She must have noticed, because I heard her mutter something about me being touchy as she backed off. Well, I am touchy. I hate strangers stepping into my personal space and putting on my headphones without asking for permission. Is that so hard to understand? Am I the only one who feels that way? Do I need therapy?...

OK... /rant *scurries off to bed*