Work. DIE!
I thought I was okay with people at work; I thought we all got along and everything seemed okay. I thought all of the management, despite our differences, were friends.
Oh, how wrong I was...
It's always nice to come to work and find out from other people that a few people- whom you considered good friends- went around and told everyone they hate working with you, and why they hate you in general.
It's always nice to know I'm hated just for existing.
Well, that's fine. Sorry I had to call in sick to work a few times because someone died. Or I have a medical problem I was born with and genetically can't get rid of.
As far as I'm concerned, we are not friends anymore. And never, EVER, touch me again or I WILL hit you.
Next time you want to tell someone you hate me, make sure they're not someone who actually IS friends with me.
Oh, how wrong I was...
It's always nice to come to work and find out from other people that a few people- whom you considered good friends- went around and told everyone they hate working with you, and why they hate you in general.
It's always nice to know I'm hated just for existing.
Well, that's fine. Sorry I had to call in sick to work a few times because someone died. Or I have a medical problem I was born with and genetically can't get rid of.
As far as I'm concerned, we are not friends anymore. And never, EVER, touch me again or I WILL hit you.
Next time you want to tell someone you hate me, make sure they're not someone who actually IS friends with me.