🗂️ The Court Is My Office. And Y’all Are Loud Coworkers

Yes, this is a hostile work environment. No, I’m not the problem.

I clock in with a whistle.
Y’all clock in with complaints.

My coworkers don’t type.
They flop.
They scream.
They throw sweat-soaked towels across the break room.

I show up in uniform,
follow the handbook,
and try to maintain order in a workplace full of chaos goblins on Gatorade.

And somehow I’m the villain?

Look, I’m not HR.
I’m not your emotional support zebra.
I’m here to enforce structure… with volume.

You don’t get to curse me out at 3:12 PM
then ask for a “friendly call” at 3:13.

You don’t like my management style?
That’s fine.
I run this shift anyway.
Try filing a complaint —
It’ll go straight into the airball folder.