My new supervisor is an asshat. He smiles and is friendly and certainly seems supportive, but there is all this office drama as to who gets my time.
Stick up for me! Defend our turf!
I have the sick sensation that I am being mildly exploited.
Oh yes, and this senior employee with dreams of grandeur thinks she is a gift to all and is critical of everything I do. Clearly she doesn't have enough to do if my life is a point of facination for her.
Sometimes, by being kind, cooperative, friendly and forgiving to get along in hell, only delays your experience in hell.
At some point, the piper must always be paid.
Dear hot and hunky co-worker,
You are not hot by the standard definition, but you are briliant and funny and you drive a cool car.
I like the way you treat me like a professional equal even though you have more education and make more money than I do.
I like the way you take time out of your day to pause by my desk and chat me up.
When are you going to quit beating around the bush and ask me out to lunch?
It is with some surprise and disappointment I realize that I am involved with someone who is rather deceptive.
My black nails need painting.
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