I should know better than to do favors for my co-workers. When you work largely with spoiled 12-year-olds (most of whom happen to be in their twenties and thirties), you can expect that any favor will result in either (a) your getting screamed at by the very person you were trying to help, or (b) an expectation that said favor will continue indefinitely, and will also breed newer and better favors…
Today’s result was (a). I went out of my way to help and I caught shit. To hell with them. They can fend for themselves, unless my intervention will somehow make MY life dramatically better or easier…
There. I feel better now…
