Dear Prudence,
I have a co-worker problem. My remote work ended, and I was forced back into the office. I have to share a desk with “Tania.”
Tania talks to herself not only in the third person, but like a demented toddler. Tania doesn’t get hungry; she tells her tummy it needs to wait until lunch time. Tania doesn’t say she needs to go to the bathroom; Tania needs to pee-pee before she makes a wee-wee here. Tania doesn’t ask if I want to see photos of her grandchildren or her cat; they are itty-bitties, and the cat is a floofer with tiny beans. Every single sentence out of her mouth is like this. She calls her husband “daddy” for crying out loud.
I know Tania can talk like a rational adult because she is perfectly fine with clients and our boss (who gets to stay remote), but with me, it is eight hours of baby talk every day. Most of my other coworkers just shrug and say it is “just Tania.” They don’t have to sit by her and hear this drivel. Our supervisor doesn’t care and tells me to ignore it. Headphones are not allowed, so I can’t even drown out the noise. I reminded Tania that this is a professional office and asked her to stop speaking as though she were a baby. She got offended and said God didn’t like eavesdropping. We are less than three apart.
I am honestly this close to barking and cursing under my breath just to get back at Tania. I need help here.
—Shut Up For the Love of Mike