So I don’t post anything specific about work, and I’m not going to start now, because a girl could way get fired that way and then who’s going to pay for all the debauchery around here?
But I’m just going to say: gosh darn it some people are difficult to work with. And I’m not even talking about the people we serve. Or my coworkers, who are almost without exception a pretty exceptional bunch. (See what I did there?) I’d narrow it down more but that might give something away, and like I said, I enjoy being employed.
But if everyone around you has to watch their back and you have a certain reputation for being difficult, well, chances are good at least some of the blame (*cough cough or maybe just about all of it cough cough*) lies on your own shoulders. Just sayin’.
There are some days, thankfully quite few and far between, where I come home nearly giddy from relief at just not being at work anymore. I had one of those recently. And I was glad that I could go home and leave the stress at work where it belongs. The rest of my evening was such pure absence of the difficult person that it was like being in heaven, if heaven looks like sitting on my living room couch watching sitcoms and playing stupid games on my phone.
Please let me never be someone’s difficult person.