I work in an incessant sea of gossip and arrogance.  It’s brought an insurmountable amount of stress into my life. 

Enter: Lexapro (stage right)  Enter: Xanax (stage left) —  They dance merrily together. 

End scene.

It’s a classic tale of “girl hates girl”  or “girl hates prettier girl”.  Jealousy rules over the job kingdom and careers are ruined in attempts to destroy lives.  It really is quite the soap opera.  So instead of dragging you through the daily complaints we’re turning it into a modern day soap opera!  Can’t you just wait?!  Starting today with a new installment every Wednesday.  I’ll now attempt to set the scene.

It’s a cold dreary evening in January.  I wake up at 3pm as I do everyday to prepare myself for the shift to come.  Working graveyards isn’t ideal, but it’s what I have to do to keep my family together.  Especially after rumors of an ongoing affair broke.   Work relationships were growing tense and I could sense nobody believed a word anyone else had to say.  My boyfriend, Dean, didn’t like a single co-worker of mine and was futile in his attempts at getting me to quit. 

“We need the money.”

“You need your sanity.”

“I’m fine.”

I jump online to check my Facebook account when I recieve a message from a friend, the man I’m rumored to have an affair with, that only says ‘congratulations on the engagement’.  What?  Wait just a damn minute here!  I am not, nor have I ever been engaged?  I ask him who is meddeling in my personal life?  He responds “May”, a co-worker of mine.  A woman who believes everyone business is tabloid worthy. 

Furious, I set a facebook status calling out my “co-workers”.  “Colette wishes her fellow co-workers would ask before they talk.”  Which, in hindsight, probably wasn’t the most professional thing to do, as she still had several co-workers as friends on her facebook page.  All hell broke loose.  Comments, accusations and gossip-OH MY!

I spent the rest of the evening on my couch, cuddled up with Dean, shaking and crying in anticipation of going to work, knowing how I had just horribly offended all the girls I work with.  This would be the first of many panic attacks induced by my career. 

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I’m still very much working on my writing skills.  I am open to ANY and ALL criticism.  It’s the only effective way to better yourself.  Give me your opinions and thanks for reading!