Once upon a time, I hate-fucked a “co-worker”.
Here was the deal. I used to work at a web design agency. One of our clients had a huge project, so huge that they had to hire our agency to help their usual agency do all the work. We’re talking multi-platform, multi-media, mega-project. Everything including the kitchen sink. It was way too big for anyone to handle, an issue that was exacerbated by the fact the original agency was GARBAGE.
HOT. STINKING. GARBAGE.
My main contact on the other agency was Jenna and we quickly developed a mutual hatred of each other. We were just mean to each other. In emails. Over Slack. In meetings. I thought she was incompetent – she never had any answers to the questions I needed answered to move the project forward, couldn’t use the basic tools that are industry standard so everything I got was in a weird format and had to be redone, and she was constantly disorganized. She was convinced that I was out to get her fired and so fought back on me with every opportunity.
It was a total mess.