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I worked with the biggest bitch EVER.

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Lets call her Shana. My last job at a software company I worked with the biggest bitch EVER. I've never worked with someone like this. She would go behind my back and tell my managers that I'm slow (totally opposite). I've never met anyone so insecure before. Everyone said that she was so jealous of the way I looked and dressed. People would come by to talk to me and her face turned bright red and she was upset and never spoke to the people who would talk to me.

She never talked to anyone in my group except for me. She was a backstabber and everything I said she opposed. I seriously haven't met a 'girl' so childish and jealous before. If I got attention, she would get jealous. A guy at the office use to come by and talk to me a lot and she never talked back to him.

She also had this weird relationship with a senior mgr we worked with. They would make sexual jokes..he would smack her in the ass with a folder and call her "dear" when he called her on his cellphone after office hours. She would stick her boobs out and her fat gut just to get anyone's attention.

She whored her way to the top because the insecure freaks I worked with loved the attention she would give them.

One time my trains were delayed and Shanna went online to check to see if I was really delayed! HA! What a LOSER! She made my days bitter and motivated me to get out of that environment. Also, she got so much attention for whoring around, that any work you did, didn't matter. The mgrs loved her cause she was engaging in some other activity outside of work. OFFICE WHORE to the max. Backstabbing bitch! I never have to deal with her again.

(Posted by Office whore/ass't)

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Why Do My Co-Workers Hate Me?

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I have a co worker named "Christa" who is nice to my face but as soon as I leave she is nothing but mean. She talks about me behind my back and used to crank call me in the middle of the night when she found out I was dating another co worker she had a thing for. But when I confronted her she always says she does not have any problems with me.

I also have another co wokrer named "Kristen" who makes up stories about me to my boss. Fortunately my boss does not believe them. She also "cries" when confronted about anything & can stop crying on command. She wanted me to work in this office with her & agreed to everything I suggested, then tries to get me fired every other day.

(Posted by T.S.)

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Drinking Down At The Police Department

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Several years ago, I worked for the local police department in a sweet job in the warrants and booking department, the office of which was located inside the jail building. I was stoked to work there, having just started taking college classes for Criminal Justice. Bonus- I worked graveyard, which, while being hell on one's social life, was the most exciting time to be in that job, and paid a small shift differential.

A couple of the chicks on my shift were kinda ghetto- baby mama types who got government assistance. I have no idea what their qualifications were to get hired, but they had both been there since before I started.

One of them, Robyn, was about five months pregnant with baby number two by baby daddy number two. She admitted laughingly to everyone that she wasn't sure which of three guys was the father. She also regularly knew the various thugs and gangbanger types we booked in- some of them were exboyfriends. Class act, I know. Also, she didn't even have custody of her first kid- a toddler that her mother was raising.

Robyn was a party type, and openly had continued partying (drinking and smoking, both Newports and pot) during her pregnancy. One night, she had a bag of weed in her purse, and cracked herself up by showing it to me and a couple of other girls in the office.

I was furious. Despite my better judgment, I contacted my supervisor and told her. Another girl in my office, Shannon, did the same thing.

If I knew how it would wind up, I would have skipped chain of command altogether and called in a police officer. In case you don't know, bringing contraband into a jail is a felony.

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