How very like a man

I'm about a millimeter from telling a coworker "If my help is such a pain in your ass, I'll just get out of the way," except that men have historically done that to get out of housework, and I'd rather be dragged backward over carpet tacks and dipped in rubbing alcohol than emulate stupid man shit.

The difference between me and a mop-avoiding man however is that I do different things from the coworker in question, not actual substandard work. She sees fixing error tickets as a single step from picking it up through all the steps to figure out where it goes to putting it in the correct queue.

I see fixing error tickets as a two step process: (1) all the stuff you can only do one ticket at a time and (2) the thing you can do many, many tickets at a time. While the system is updating the fixed tickets to the correct queue, I get five to 20 uninterrupted minutes to do work (or take a break; my co-worker pisses and moans about missing a lot of breaks because she is never, ever caught up) not related to the ticketing system. I get my breaks, my email is caught up, my spreadsheets are up to date and I've done a little proactive analysis while she's sitting over there, underemployed at drone work.

Oh yeah. And the error tickets are fixed and in their correct queues. What we have here might be a case of incompatible forms of OCD. ;)