Daria: another toxic day at my job...
Bob: oh, god, how's the job hunt cause you're whining about the job here just about every day
Daria: It's the whiners' club, you whine about your shitty life too, Bob.
Bob: at least I try to whine about different aspects of it :P
Freddy: ok, so what about your job?
Daria: It's just those girls you know... They create this toxic, cliquey atmosphere, it's just hard to breathe. The amount of gossip and talking behind your back is just exhausting
Daria: and did I mention they all hate me?
Freddy: how do you know that?
Daria: they subtly let me know, like when they tell me that I'm stuck-up and think I'm better than them
Bob: jeez, what are they 10?
Daria: i would ask the same question, but that would just make me look more stuck-up
Freddy: but seriously how old are they?
Daria: after college, some maybe around 30.
Freddy: you'd expect more a mature behavior from grown women like that
Daria: you think?
Bob: just tell them they can suck it
Daria: oh, great solution, Bob, as always the optimal way out
Freddy: seriously, I'll as around in my company, maybe they need someone.
Daria: that would be great thanks.
Daria is whining about her job. Daria doesn't feel good in the workplace, because other girls hate her. Freddy will ask in his company if they need someone new.