Inner Hulk

I may not be the worlds most approachable person.

I have a BAD habit of wearing my emotions on my face and I suck at putting on a 'happy face.' Unfortuantly, my emotions can not be strong handed back into their cushy interior and demand to breathe every once in awhile.

Or. ALL the time. Anyway,

I don't know if I consider it so much a character flaw as I do an 'early warning detection service.'

From the look on my face, it's safe to gage how much time you have to retreat before I kick your ass.

Disgruntled: >3 minutes
Moderately agitated: 1-3 minutes
Pissed: 30-60seconds
Shit-slinging MAD: Run asshole

Today I received an email from one of my co-workers. It was addressed to myself and another co-worker. In the email I was informed of my 'underlying ill-feelings' toward the sender which were apparent to her (however, not to me).

Now, I have to stop here and explain that I have no beef with this particular co-worker. Never had a problem with her, no altercations or ill words spoken between us. In fact, I rather liked this person. We had limited interaction, aside from our work contact, we both existed blissfully side-by-side in our cubicled paradise.

Which leads me to believe that she had misconstrued something I said.

So I emailed back, asking if it was something I said. Or perhaps just a general dislike to my overall attitude.

No response.

I'm not patient. So I had no problem approaching her at her desk a few hours later.

I think I was a teensy bit in a haze, but I'm pretty sure the jest of the conversation was

'So what makes you think I don't like you?'

'It more (other co-worker) than you. But since I started I just get the feeling that you don't like me.'

'Really? Is it something I said?'

'No, just a feeling'

'Hmm. Okay sorry you feel that way.'

I am a NICE PERSON DAMN IT. Really, ask my friends.

It baffles me. I have no idea what I have done or may have said to offend this particular person. There is nothing solid I can hold up to say, 'yes, okay I was a bitch, sorry about that particular moment. I'll try harder'.

Nope. Its a feeling.

So now what?

I give this chick the icky's and all of sudden it's like working encased in a glacier in this department. There are no laughs, no friendly asides or playful banter. The death stare is trying to penetrate my cubicle walls and I feel so helpless. It would be one thing if there really was a problem I had with this chick, then fine, she could hate me all she wants and jab the pointy finger of accusation my way.
But really, I had no idea that I was sending involuntary icky feelings her way.

And as an added bonus. The other co-worker whom she accused of having 'ill-feelings' towards her freaked when she read the email, assumed that we all had a problem with her, and put in her letter of resignation (Crazy behavior? Yes. But, she is a strange bird so I'll just assume that that is typical fight or flight reaction in her nut-filled world).

Anyway, so now I am walking on eggshells. Waiting. Nay, PRAYING for my transfer to my new department and hoping that the next time I cross paths with this individual my eyes are not slinging shit.