Gossip at the water cooler

I’ve been employed with this company for a little over a month. I like the job, it doesn’t require much thought to it, which is always good. (I’m saving the space in my brain for school btw), and for the most part I’m in my own little world of bliss. That was until the paper thin walls gave way to the itches that talked about me today. Normally gossip doesn’t upset me. I like being the center of another persons universe because they simple don’t have a life of their own, but this is a place of business and it is not for anyone to talk about another employee.

Apparently the girls here aren’t all that thrilled with my new position because now they are required to do more than snack on cookies and google “Billy Ray Cyrus” all damn day long, for 8 hours straight. Now they must actually use their computers and college degree to earn a living and god forbid they have to walk over the fax machine and stand there for 2 whole minutes.

I learned a long time ago to sleep with one eye open when it comes to co-workers stabbing you in the back. This game of I-want-your-job has been played by generations of women. It’s sad because I think we should stick together and keep the guys at bay in order for us to succeed TOGETHER, that’s just not the case here. It’s perfectly okay with me, because I intend to do my job and do it well and the rest of the masses can, well…you know.