Jane the Terrible

I feel like a senile old woman. I'm at this cafe five days a week, I know everyone who works there pretty well, or so I like to think. I also (ignorant as this may be) consider myself quite aware of people's relationships- who's dating who and who's fighting and all that. The longer I work here, the older I get, and somehow the new employees just get younger and younger and soon I fear I'll be the ancient matron of the place and no one will fill me in on any of the goings on and I'll be pathetically out of the loop. My fears are becoming realities as I sit here typing.
Today, Jane was working with Stephen, one of the few other employees who's been there longer than I have, a trusty fellow, always good for a laugh or a snide remark whispered behind an evil customer's back. The gossip is that Stephen hates Jane because Jane hates Mallory, a new (hot) girl at work. Why so much hate you wonder?
Jane had hooked up with Sanjay when he started at the cafe, but he quickly dumped her as soon as Mallory got hired. Mallory is certainly a beautiful, intelligent woman, but it's quite amazing the way the men of Cafe Nasty have fallen for her, one by one. She is going out with Sanjay right now, or so I was told today after begging for information from our resident gossip queen. This doesn't mean, though, that Stephen can't worship her from afar, and he does let me tell you!
I guess Jane hasn't gotten over the blow Sanjay delivered when he ditched her for Mallory. So when Jane, Mallory, and Stephen all had a shift together this morning, it was an emotional ordeal for them all and Mallory ended up leaving in tears. I'll never know exactly what Jane said to her that was so bad. Maybe she called her stupid, or ugly, or maybe something worse...
Fortunately, boss lady was on the premises and was able to give Jane a good talking to about not being a bitch, at least while you're working.
As much as I get off on hearing about all this delicious misconduct, it makes me very sad. Jane, Sanjay, Mallory, they are all guilty of creating drama that really has no place behind the counter. Now that I'm off work, and am able to reflect, ponder, and even giggle at this shit, I was very upset hearing about it while it was happening.
When the cafe is pumping, energy is high, there are multitudes of cappuccinos to be made, that is the last time anyone should be called out for being a slut or stealing someone's boyfriend or whatever. Please people. Save it for after the shift!