The Frenemy

We all have them; they're a stupendous part of our lives.  A paradox of sorts.  The frenemy, aka, the friend that you don't really want, but you can't tell to go away because that wouldn't be very nice.

I have one.  I think he may very well be slowly ruining my life, but I can't tell him to bugger off because we've been friends for years and years and years.

I recently got him a job working with me at DHS.  I knew he was a pretty loveable person, but I didn't realize it was going to be like how it turned out.  These old ladies practically worship the kid.  And by worship, I mean he could probably be running the place by the end of the month.

The thing is, I have a seasonal job here, he got himself a full time job.  I would like to get a full time job here when one opens up, and there's been quite a bit of speculation that a tech job will be opening up soon.  My friend wants to be a tech.  I stand no chance against him whatsoever.  I've been here longer and don't bullshit around, but he's got the idol worship of every single woman in this building.

It's just not fair...  This is the point when you move far, far away so your "friend" can no longer ruin your life and make you feel so utterly pointless.

Do people love me like they love him?  Absolutely not.

Will they ever?  No.

Do I really care?  Only when it comes to my job, so I guess yes, I absolutely do.

Argh!