Sheldon Cooper Imagines (The Big Bang Theory)

Co-Workers- Angst Request (x Reader)

Request for olzinlo

Summary: Sheldon accompanies Y/N to a company Christmas party where he decides he doesn't like one of Y/N's co-workers. 

Word count: 1,250

Estimated read time: 7 minutes 

I hate my job.

Richard, who sat at the desk across from me, clicked his pen non-stop while sifting through his files. A small radio on his desk played the morning news, voiced by someone who sounded like they'd been smoking for eighty years. 

I sighed and looked over at him. "Richard. Please stop clicking your pen." 

He looked confused. "Why?" 

"Because it's driving me insane." 

Richard set the pen down with a frown and kept working. 

Our office smelled like tuna because John brought in a tuna sandwich for lunch and I thought I was going to throw up. Normally, I just had to deal with Martha (who sat behind me) and her sour perfume, but today the air was twice as toxic. 

I looked up and wrinkled my nose at the new stains in the ceiling. A pipe started leaking on Wednesday and the building manager had yet to get it repaired. 

"Y/N!" 

Oh god. 

My boss, glare and all, came over to my desk and tossed a file onto it. "I need this back on my desk by the end of the day." 

He left before I could ask any questions, shutting the door to his private office. What I wouldn't give for one of those. 

I opened the file and cringed. Not another monthly employee evaluation form. Working in HR was such a joke. I never actually did anything aside from busy work unless we were hiring- which we weren't. 

Cringing, I started on it until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see the one person in this stupid place I didn't hate. 

"Connor!" 

He grinned. "Hey. Ooo, another employee evaluation form. Fun. I hope you don't mark me as 'tends to distract others.'" 

I rolled my eyes. "I'm going to die." 

"Me too. I do not want to go to the stupid company Christmas Party." 

I froze. "Did you say company Christmas Party?" 

Connor's smile grew. "Oh man. It's mandatory. You didn't know?" 

"No!"

"Tonight at eight. Don't forget to bring something for everyone to share without any peanuts!" 

"I hate you." 

"Yeah, yeah. I have two packages of super cheap store-bought cookies that may or may not be carcinogens in my trunk. You can have one and it'll look like you remembered." 

I gasped. "You are a saint." 

"I know. Who's your plus one?" 

"I have to bring a plus one?" 

"Well, you don't have to. But you promised Sheldon that you guys would hang out tonight since last night you had to work late, remember? You called him during our lunch break?" 

I slapped a hand to my forehead. How could I forget? "Oh no. I'm so stupid." 

"No, you're not. It'll be fine. Besides, I want to meet him. He seems like a character. Plus, he might make things more interesting."