I work with parents at Office Job, and over the course of the past year they’ve really been misbehaving. As a direct result, their PTA has been disbanded by order of the school, which will effectively eliminate all the problems and ensure that the parents who really want to focus their efforts on the school and their students will have every chance to do so without all the selfish politicking and unproductive complaints.
You’d think this would chill out Hollywood Coworker, who dealt with a big chunk of the drama. You’d think she’d be happy and relaxed now that our office can focus our efforts on helping parents feel connected to the university and all the other work we have to do (because dealing with the PTA isn’t even 10% of what we do, much to the surprise of the majority of the PTA). You’d think she’d be just fucking jazzed about this change, and excited about taking the reins of an organization that has gone badly off-track.
She approaches my desk at least once a week since the disbanding and says something like, “I just have this really bad feeling that there is plotting going on behind the scenes, in the shadows, y’know?” “I don’t think we’ve seen the last of the problem people.” “I just know the drama isn’t over.”
And I just look at her like:
Because come on. Seriously? At this point she’s stressing about imaginary problems. How am I supposed to commiserate? I’m feeling really positive and optimistic about this coming year, and she’s dragging all this fucking baggage around from last year like, “Oh no, what will we do with all this fucking baggage?” How about letting it go instead of proudly displaying it like a white-collar battle scar under the guise of preparing for the next impending (read: non-existent) disaster? Cus… that might work. So… maybe do that.
I realize she wants to feel useful and important, and dealing with drama can be addictive for some people, but it’s not healthy, and more importantly, IT’S OVER.