I work with a couple of people who are, to use the technical term, Professional Grumps.
Now, I will admit that I have many a time when I am a Scowley McCrankypants or a Teary McWoeisme, but I feel the majority of the time I serve myself up as Cheerful, with Side of Wit and a Tangy Sarcastic Dipping Sauce. (Try me with fries!)
These two gentlemen have *never* said hello or good morning to me in the nine months I've worked here. NEVER. The first three months, I valiantly wished them good morning every day, hoping to one day get at least a grunt in return. Nada. I eventually gave up and now barely acknowledge their existence. If everyone else in the firm was the same way, I could chalk it up to some asinine office policy. But everyone else's attitude ranges from Distantly Affable to Overly Friendly, which is pretty normal. These are the only two Mordor Posterboys. (Which makes me want to come to work some day in a robe and long, white wig and confront them when they walk in the door by saying, "You Shall Not Pass! Till you say good morning!" I think Sir Ian would approve.)
I see no reason for/nor have patience with this attitude. It takes two seconds to say good morning (I timed it), and it is just good manners. It seems to me if you're making a Million Gajillion Dollars a year, you can afford two seconds of non-billable time to say good morning to the Lowly Receptionist. But then, I've never been very good with money, so I may be all wrong here. Come to think of it, if I never said good morning to Bad Steve, I might still have all the money he stole from me. (Note to self: ask Mr. Buffet about this, the next time I'm talking to him.) But no matter what economic spin you put on it, it is still Bad Manners and Rude and Bad Form.
I will now shake off my Bitchy O'Complainington persona and resume my Post-Lunch McSleepyton personality.