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Input: I work in an office with a group of nine women.  Our office dress code is very casual with only a few restrictions because we don’t work directly with the public.  However, there is one lady I’ll call “Mary”.  Mary has been working in the office for 25+ years and is used to the more formal dress code that was enforced for a number of years before the casual dress code became the norm.

Mary is a very nice lady, although, sometimes she seems clueless (in more areas than one).  She often stays in her own corner and out of the office chatter.   (I tend to be a loner at times too, as the work can be consuming.)  The only exception to her self-imposed isolation most days is the fact that she has to leave her cubicle to retrieve items she has printed multiple times a day, as the office shares a network of printers, and also to use the restroom, etc.

That’s all well and good, however, recently she began wearing one certain pair of heels that are NOTICEABLY louder than any of the other shoes she wears.  It’s almost as though they don’t fit her correctly.  It sounds like a goddamned Clydesdale horse is clip-clopping around our office, IMO.  

For a long time I thought I was the only one annoyed by this until I casually mentioned my annoyance to another coworker of mine.  She adamantly agreed that it is aggravating af.  Now, with Mary absorbed in her work and wearing earplugs 99% of the time (ironically because we are “too loud”) she was oblivious to this discussion.  Others overheard and chimed in.  The remaining eight of us (Mary excluded) are divided exactly down the middle with half of us being annoyed and half of us not caring.  

I wear earplugs.  I try tuning it out.  I cannot, for the life of me, get past the complete and utter rage I feel when I hear her clomping around the office.  So tell me, am I (or, should I say, are we collectively) the asshole?

wanting to steal my coworkers shoes and feed them to a wood chipper