Just over a month ago, I moved here to Los Angeles. The company for
whom I work wanted me in the office instead of working over the net.
For a modest increase in pay, I accepted.
I hate Los Angeles. I hate almost everything about it. And coming in
to work every morning, watching everyone with drab, tired faces,
moaning to each other... none of that made it any better. But, the
woman who worked next to me. She seemed to always have a smile on her
face. A brightness about her that made coming to work just a bit
easier.
Unfortunately, she has been the target of what I would call regular
abuse from the boss. Yesterday was the last. She broke down in tears
and said she couldn't take it anymore. No one should have to go
through that kind of abuse.
She resigned. She cried. I cried. And she walked out.
