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Ow, I remember why I don't like one of my co-workers. She just fuckin called me a dog. My boss and I joke around a lot and are friends. He knows I like dots so he'll throw a box down the hall so it lands in front of my door. Well, he does this almost every day. The co-worker saw it today and said I was like a puppy begging for treats! That bitch! If I knew she was joking it would be one thing, but we don't even talk. She shouldn't be saying shit like that. Had I not been at work and not worried about work-relationships I would have said something, a lot of somethings. What a fucking bitch! I can't get over how rude people are here. I've had my shoes insulted, my taste in music insulted and now this? Plus they all gossip so I have no idea what is being said behind my back. Ahh, fuck 'em. I have no problems with confrontations. If you have something to say, fucking say it to my face. I hate gossip and refuse to be a part of it. That's the fucking wuss' way out of it. And my boss wonders what the problem is here, we even had a shrink in here to try and figure it out. I know tho, it's the old baggy ladies who hate everyone who is the slightest bit different. There's just bad karma in the air and it's not a healthy enviroment.

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Ok, I feel a little better now and I actually have no idea what the problem in this building is...but those women can't be making it any better. That really was rude though. And I was in such a good mood.