When I was 17 I had a summer internship at a PR firm in Vancouver. My job consisted of all the other jobs that nobody else wanted to do. This meant that my time was mostly spent doing one of two things: transcribing hours of video or data entry. I hated HATED transcribing video. I loathed the database more.
We would get into starring contests for hours waiting for someone to make the first move, it was usually me and I lost 90% of the time. It would smack talk me, sending me little pop-up messages taunting me. I hit it once but apparently one should not abuse office equipment not matter how much of a little shit it's being... We never reconciled our relationship, I left the firm when summer ended and we did not see each other for years. Not until our data assignment.
I will leave it at we are still not friends and I think it is hopeless. We can be civil, agree to disagree, but we will never in a million years like or even respect each other.
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