Self Seriously Takers

I think my friend, Daisy, coined that phrase. But I turned it into an acronym "SST"s. They are those women, who normally work in corporate, who normally doing marketing, normally in the area of communications. Normally over caffeinated, over worked (or so they put on that perception). Dare I say, normally single or normally in thankless marriages. Perhaps doormats? Normally pretty good writers, but poor managers. They graduate from good schools, drive nice cars. They are well-kept - hair/nails. But you wouldn't hear the end of it if you were on a camping trip with them. Or, maybe you would hear nothing because their silence and fake smiles, gritted teeth would tell you more than an earful.

They are curt and disrespectful. If we could visualize baggage, boy, they would be carrying the heaviest of heavy loads. If there they had a website, it would be called "i'm-better-than-you.com" (Daisy phrase). Because they think they are just that...better than you. Or at least, they seem to be better than me. And they just drag me...down to this pit of worrying and doubting my abilities. They set me up for failure, because that is the best I can do. But I've learned over the years, that it is best to be pleasant with the SSTs. Compliment them on their new outfit. Joke about that terrible meeting we just got out of. Ignore the tone in their emails. Be careful with responding then pressing Send too quickly. And never, ever, reply-all.

Even after almost 9 years in the place I currently work, an SST has crawled into my In-Box and sent a scathing 2-sentence email that has made me doubt myself and blog to death, risking my career and reputuation when it's being put out in this Web 2.0. But perhaps this is payback, because the rest of the world will know who you are. You SST. But you are probably too busy destroying the nice day of someone else.

Thanks!