Book of D: Venting with a Purpose

"Hell, I don't even know anymore. It's good one day and bad the next day. Actually, the feelings change from one minute to the next. One coworker bitches and complains about the boss not treating him right, then the next minute, the same coworker is being an ass kisser with the same boss he claims was treating him like a little kid and a punk. I don't get paid enough to deal with all this bullshit. What in the fuck should I do?"

So, you'll notice the above paragraph is in quotations. It was a message sent to me, right before I went to lunch, by someone I know from another "System" school. He had some serious venting to do. 

I knew we had issues at my U, but the issues here fail in comparison to the shit-show going on with my neighbors to the east. This is one time I don't mind saying, "we're not number one!" LOL. I know we have a few issues at my U, but really, it is no different than what most people encounter at any other place of employment. The work culture here is actually really good. I have never felt mistreated because of my gender, political affiliation, sexual preference, or by way of the other illegal discriminatory biases. It's a pretty safe campus, mentally- and physically-speaking. My colleagues are all extremely knowledgeable in their respective fields, which bodes well whenever we have to collaborate and do group events and activities. As for the person who sent me the message regarding his workplace, I did not respond. I believe I will sit on this for a while and think about how or if I will send a response. In reality, it was kind of sophomoric and oblivious of him to send it. For one, he doesn't know if I am trustworthy; I could have forwarded his message to his boss, whom I am quite familiar with and fond of. But, I won't do such a catty thing; spite is never right. Oh, look . . .  that rhymed. LOL. When I was younger and worked in retail (from hell), I shamefully loved gossip and rumors. I ran my rumor mill like there was no tomorrow. Man, that mill ran like clackety-clack-clack, 24/7. Either I was bored as hell, or I hung around the wrong people. No LOL. As I've matured, I have come to realize that drama is nothing but coagulated low self-esteem - and it's nonsensical. It does no one any good to spread rumors or create unheeded drama. This person is too old for drama. If I want to see drama, I'll go to a Shakespearean play. Which reminds me, we just saw "A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum" (😆 mandatory tangent). All I know right now is that I am happy sans the dramarama and refuse to get sucked into any of it by the people who are too damn extra.