Now I have to look at your face 3 times a week F*** you. F****** f*** you. I love my job, you love your job. You come into work angry, moody, not talking, I dont know you, I fear bothering you, so I ask “can I help” I try starting a conversation, over and over “How was that concert? Awesome glasses! Wonderful new phone” Nothing. You work quietly next to me as you hate me. Did I do something wrong? I utter grouchy, and its as if I killed your mother. Sarcastically “sorry for trying to get some work done” No. F*** you. No one likes to get up before dawn. I was cheery and f*** happy, you > you brought my mood down so bad I wanted to scream. No one came to the front desk today. You stole all the space. You took the heater, the ONLY computer, you ignored me, you completed all the work, making me useless. I JUST met you.