Rarefied Air

I work in the same building as Bob*. Every morning, Bob and I have a task to do. Bob's portion of the task was previously performed by a person of a lesser skill level (in other words, a trained monkey could do it). Bob feels that this task is beneath him, therefore, he tries to hurry through it, and does a half-a**ed job. Did I mention that Bob is very anal? His portion of the job he doles out in a very ordered manner. My portion? It's all over the place. For some reason, Bob doesn't like me (can you tell the feeling is mutual?), so he tries to make my part of the job as difficult as possible. It's like being back in second grade. I passed that one a long time ago!

So what do you do when someone thinks their stuff don't stink? Me, I spray a little perfume their way.

Persevere.
*not his real name