I recently got a promotion at work, which came with more hours, benefits and pay. Good for me, right? Wrong. The people with whom I used to associate (they worked on “my side” of the store in my last article) seem to have given me that cold “Why did he get the promotion?” shoulder.
There’s a man, B, who until last week, I swore was best friends with one of the other men, C, that I worked with only to hear B “dish the dirt” about C’s wife to me and another man, D. The manager who hired me, E, left because he “couldn’t take it” (yes, those were his exact words).