Work

The obvious right out of the gate: I am not dedicated to my job. It is a means to an end. I would hate to have it pulled out from under me at this point, but I also do not treat it like it is the most important thing in my life.
I have a coworker who cannot separate herself from her work. If she has to do it, she's going to make it important. This is not necessarily a bad trait to have. In a lot of circumstances, I imagine it's an asset. But I think she has told herself a self-importance story when it comes to her work as a faculty secretary. I also think she knows that I keep myself pretty separate from work, and I kind of think it drives her crazy that I can do this.
I don't think her job is made any easier because she's so committed either, if anything, it makes it more difficult because she starts to get edgy when things she sees as 'hers' are 'taken' from her. This has happened recently over the transition of a student activity that reports to one of my disciplines, but she has been taking care of it for the last four years or so.
She is forever saying to me: "Not that I think you're incompetent." But ah, when you hear it often enough, the message sure becomes "I think you're incompetent." I mean, I've been known to do that from time to time.

I had another one of these little run-ins after a meeting this morning. I ask her questions because: 1) she's had the job longer than I have, and 2) she's not my boss (who is a whole different kettle of crazy). Asking a simple question resulted in spew about the result of a faculty meeting in which "my faculty" were surprised that "her faculty trusted" her with website alterations from the word go.
Now, I don't have a lot of work on a daily basis, and maybe it is because these people think I'm "incompetent", but this was a meeting of department chairs. Most of the people who are department chairs right now are individuals I've had as teachers. They know I'm no fluff-brain.
They may indeed have implied that they didn't want me working on the website, I don't know, but I still got the impression that I was being put down, not by "my faculty" but by my coworker.

I've given this woman the benefit of a doubt a zillion times. She is brash and abrasive and not afraid to tell anyone what she really thinks, but man...I think this time, she IS afraid to tell me what she thinks. And she's doing a piss poor job with her passive aggression. (Unlike well...blogging about it...which is totally direct. Guess I'll step off my high horse now.)