Love is a strong word but when you work for a professional hockey team, it can be an amazing emotional roller coaster. I don't think anything will top the high I felt standing out on the ice with the rest of the staff in front of a sold out arena and being presented with a championship ring with my name on it. On the other hand, this year's playoff push was anything but successful. Our team is currently down three nothing in a best of seven series. Game four is tonight, at home, and we know that 12 hours from now, we will not have a home game until October. Like I said, it's an emotional roller coaster. You don't work in sports if you want to get rich but I can't imagine working in any other industry.
I hate my job, but not the work.
I hate the atmosphere. There's a woman there that thinks I'm the anti-christ, and I can't really figure out why. I've tried everything I can to get her to talk to me so we can work out whatever it is. But, she's non-responsive.
On top of that, if anyone in the office speaks with me, they have offically moved to satan's team, and she won't talk to them or work with them.
There are only three of us in the office.
So, if the poor schmuck that isn't her or me talks to me outside of something clearly business related, she treats him like trash. Needless-to-say, I don't speak to him and he doesn't speak to me just to keep harmony, but it's agony for me because I have no one to speak with.
I hate it. I hate it a great deal.
I hate my job, but not the work.
I hate the atmosphere. There's a woman there that thinks I'm the anti-christ, and I can't really figure out why. I've tried everything I can to get her to talk to me so we can work out whatever it is. But, she's non-responsive.
On top of that, if anyone in the office speaks with me, they have offically moved to satan's team, and she won't talk to them or work with them.
There are only three of us in the office.
So, if the poor schmuck that isn't her or me talks to me outside of something clearly business related, she treats him like trash. Needless-to-say, I don't speak to him and he doesn't speak to me just to keep harmony, but it's agony for me because I have no one to speak with.
I hate it. I hate it a great deal.
Gah, what a nightmare. I'm sorry you have to put up with this garbage. Shame that bitch-slapping is against the law, eh?
This is why I prefer working with children. Adults often don't behave any better than toddlers, but at least with children there's hope that they'll outgrow their immature behaviour and become better people. I hope your coworker either leaves her job or has a personality transplant.
^Satan is probably jealous of how wonderful you are. I'm sorry its so unpleasant for you.
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