Okay, I might be the problem. Jon and Tom tell me that I like everybody, which to them means that I have no "standards." And it's true that I try to be friendly to everyone, even strangers on the street. Who knows? They might be angels (Hebrews 13:2)!
But here is the other extreme: a few months ago, the county opened an office on the other side of the elevators from our offices, and there just seems to be something wrong with the people who work there: they are absolutely the unfriendliest people I have ever encountered. Not only will they not say even a token "Hello" when they pass us in the hall, they won't even make eye contact or acknowledge our presence.
This leads me to one of the following explanations for their obvious misery:
-- They all desperately hate their jobs (and it's likely that many county employees do hate their jobs but can't leave because the benefits are good).
-- They hate each other.
-- They've been ordered to never mingle with non-county employees. But why?
Don't get me wrong. The phoniness of "Minnesota nice" can be pretty irritating too, but I at least don't take that personally.
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