Ugh, man. I work across the hall from the “girl” whose office tends to be the meeting place for mean-girling at my work, the henhouse to steal your excellent term. About once every two weeks or so I’ll see two or three other “girls” walking in there talking about “tea” and then the door shuts. An hour later it opens and these women in their 20s to 40s sashay out giggling about whatever it is this time, though it’s always about their fellow workers. I just do what Dan does, keep my head down and don’t see my coworkers before 9 or after 5, and socialize as little as possible in between those hours, and don’t socialize with “girls” at all if I can help it.

Edit: That’s a slight lie, I do enjoy talking to the little old lady who runs the front desk. That’s on account of she’s a normal human being.

Ugh, man. I work across the hall from the “girl” whose office tends to be the meeting place for mean-girling at my work. About once every two weeks or so I’ll see two or three other “girls” walking in there talking about “tea” and then the door shuts. An hour later it opens and these women in their 20s to 40s sashay out giggling about whatever it is this time, though it’s always about their fellow workers. I just do what Dan does, keep my head down and don’t see my coworkers before 9 or after 5, and socialize as little as possible in between those hours, and don’t socialize with “girls” at all if I can help it.

Edit: That’s a slight lie, I do enjoy talking to the little old lady who runs the front desk. That’s on account of she’s a normal human being.