Suddenly gone off my work colleagues.

[JSind11]

All of a sudden I find myself simply not wanting to be around them, with no real reason why. 

 

Does this happen to other people?

[wasab]

I don’t like my colleagues either.  

[TacoSenpai]

More often than you might think.  People are well...people

[dizmo]

I put up with a lot of my coworkers. You won't get along with everyone, that's just part of life.

 

[Gale]

That's fine. Sometimes you just need some time alone to relax.

[Fred Castellum]

Most of the coworkers I've had in the past have been ok people. 

 

Don't have any coworkers now but the guys I use to work with didn't really annoy me in anyway. 

[straight_stewie]

20 hours ago, JSind11 said:

All of a sudden I find myself simply not wanting to be around them, with no real reason why. 

In all the jobs I've worked, there was really only one that I worked for long enough to care, and there was only one person I didn't like. 

His nickname was Billy, and he was a damn good technician. Any machine that came in the shop that no one else could figure out he could diagnose like it was the simplest thing in the world. And we were working on some pretty complex machines. Unfortunately, he knew how good he was. One day another dealership offered Billy a few more dollars an hour and he left with no notice, which was fine because he finished up all of his open work orders first.

Well, the shop tried out a few different technicians, but none of them were good enough to deserve a truck. Only the techs that deserve it get service trucks, which pays more and let's them get commission as well. It's harder work, but it's a goal to have if you want the most pay. Well, a corporate dealership chain was closing in on us financially, and we really needed a good master technician to not fold to their pressure, so we offered him a good offer and he came back.

I was moving my way up through the ladder at that time, and had been the main 9R technician for a few months at this point. Well, his specialty was 9000 series tractors as well, so the boss thought it would be a good idea to introduce us to each other. I said "high my name is straight_stewie, and I've been keeping your truck warm for you". He wasn't impressed at all. He didn't even respond. He just took the keys and went and took his first work order. For months he just ignored me, until he decided to pull a little prank.
 

I had to replace a priority valve in a 9520. That's a pain in the ass job, and there are so many configurations of the machine, all with different valve setups, so the manual doesn't tell you "this line goes here, that line goes there". Instead, it gives you a process to use to replace them. I modified the process to make it easier and faster. What I did was put colored zip ties on the hose, and a matching colored ziptie on the fitting on the valve. Once all the hoses were removed, you remove the valve, put the old fittings on the new valve, install the new valve, then just match the colors. Easy as pie. Atleast, unless someone decides to rearrange your colored zipties overnight. 

You see, if someone decides to do that, you end up with a tractor that dumps all the hydraulic oil into the transmission when you start it, and which turns when you cycle an SCV, cycles SCVs when turning, skips gears when it shifts, and just generally all sorts of funny hydraulic system related issues. It wouldn't have been anything to fix, had he had the foresight to document which zipties went where. By the end of it, we had to get some engineers from Deere to come down, diagnose it, and fix it. Luckily Billy admitted what he had done before it got to that point, and we both got a good lesson out of the deal. After that he went back to ignoring me, until the final incident.

It was break time one day and a coworker and I were leaning against a rotating engine stand holding the 13.5 Liter I was rebuilding. The engine stand has a safety mechanism to prevent it from rotating, but while I was leaning on it, the roll pin holding it broke, the engine started spinning. The hand crank on the engine stand caught my arm and mangled it to pieces. Billy just looked at me, shook his head, and then walked over, took some special tools that I was using doing my rebuild, and started using them on his rebuild. Never said a word to me.

I was off work for a while. It's hard to work on heavy equipment when you have one arm in a cast. When I came back, he was gone. He'd left to work for Caterpillar again, this time stealing about $30,000 in special tools when he left. He eventually paid the dealership back in an out of court settlement. 

Man that guy was a real asshole, and he's the only employee I've ever despised. After him, everyone else seems perfect.