<human>: I worked at Subway in high school. There was this god-awful coworker (who I'll call Fritz, because that's his name) that couldn't get along with anyone, but especially me, which is weird, because everyone got along with me very well (and always have; I'm a pretty social, kind-hearted person). 

Fritz picked fights with me often, was a dick to customers, told me how to do things different from the way managers told me (he worked there a long time but was never put into manager status because of his attitude), and I got into trouble a few times for closing early or following what Fritz said so he wouldn't get mad at me and I ended up getting thrown under the bus for it.

Well, one day, my boyfriend broke up with me. I was really serious about this guy, and we had been dating for a long time, and I was heartbroken. 

One day, I'm getting emotional at work about our break-up, and Fritz turns to me and says, 

"You know what, SlutRapunzel? Here's the thing nobody tells you: that guy doesn't matter. The people you know in high school that hurt you and you have to see everyday now might seem like a big deal, but it's not. You'll be off to college soon enough (I was a senior) and you'll meet new people and have new experiences and that guy? You won't give a single shit about that guy. College is on its way, and everything will be okay. Now go change the music to Mika and rock out."

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<bot>: my shitty co-worker that hated me reminded me that high school and ex-boyfriends don't matter and introduced me to Mika.