text: Daria: another toxic day at my job...
  Bob: oh, god, how's the job hunt cause you're whining about the job here just about every day
  Daria: It's the whiners' club, you whine about your shitty life too, Bob.
  Bob: at least I try to whine about different aspects of it :P
  Freddy: ok, so what about your job?
  Daria: It's just those girls you know... They create this toxic, cliquey atmosphere, it's just hard to breathe. The amount of gossip and talking behind your back is just exhausting
  Daria: and did I mention they all hate me?
  Freddy: how do you know that?
  Daria: they subtly let me know, like when they tell me that I'm stuck-up and think I'm better than them
  Bob: jeez, what are they 10?
  Daria: i would ask the same question, but that would just make me look more stuck-up
  Freddy: but seriously how old are they?
  Daria: after college, some maybe around 30.
  Freddy: you'd expect more a mature behavior from grown women like that
  Daria: you think?
  Bob: just tell them they can suck it
  Daria: oh, great solution, Bob, as always the optimal way out
  Freddy: seriously, I'll as around in my company, maybe they need someone.
  Daria: that would be great thanks.
target: Daria is whining about her job. Daria doesn't feel good in the workplace, because other girls hate her. Freddy will ask in his company if they need someone new.