Part 2: Actually being a bitch doesn't even describe that person good enough. The c word actually probably does it more justice. I wish if never came into contact with them period. They one of a few that made my life hell. Everybody was supposed help everyone as it was "team effort". Supposedly. Me though? With an over head moving chain and nobody to communicate with you (the bitch who hit me with the door and someone else both gave me the cold shoulder) you were at the point of pulling your hair out because they didn't want gaps in that stupid line chain of theirs. Because it rarely stopped. And moved constantly. Without communication from other coworkers what was coming next you may as well throw up your hands clock out and quit. And I wish I effing had as be put through those emotionally hellacious situations. Fuck shit like that. Shit like that is why I have anxiety today. I could go on but I don't want my life story on here. Screw shitty coworkers.