By Jane Harper
So I’ve mentioned my co-workers before. There aren’t many of us – the bosses, the old guy, the part-timer (technically, there are two part-timers, but one only works a couple of days a month), and me. There are many times I enjoy how few co-workers I have to deal with. I’m not much of a people person anyway – part of what makes me good at this job is the amount of time I get to focus on the canines. We’ve had a few other workers come and go over the years, but only one lasted longer than a couple of months. I got along really well with her, and was sad to see her move on to more lucrative things, but we’ve remained friends.
Because there are only five of us, we are very much like a family. This can be good – when someone is ill or going through hard times, we tend to comfort one another. My bosses are also my friends and advisers at times. In fact, on days I’m not working alone, I’m often asked if I’m the wife, daughter or sister of whichever colleague is there.
Like any family, though, we have some issues. Over the past year, one issue has been nagging at me, and it’s bothersome enough to warrant sharing. My significantly older co-worker, “Joe,” either brings his personal issues to work and takes them out on me or he’s got a bizarre condition that causes him to have verbally violent temper outbursts directed at me (and only me), even in front of customers.
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Posted on October 5, 2015
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