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I've found few people I'd call friends at jobs. Most people who tried to be "friendly" with me were social climbing shitheads working an angle or emotionally-stunted people trying to recruit me into their petty shop floor dramas.
Have you ever worked retail or food? The amount of pettiness and back-biting is equitable to that found in a high-stakes corporate setting.
Professional kitchens are by far the worst jobs I've had in this regard. I've watched a middle aged line lead purposefully fuck up whole tables just to get revenge on the teenage waitress who turned down his advances. I saw a service lead get arrested in the parking lot because he was going to blast a coworker with his .45. Why? Because the asshole coworker tried to sabotage the lead's dinner service by refusing to help him during the rush because he was passed over for the position.
This is not including the loud and public break-ups between coworkers, the fist fights, the time a prep cook tried to work his shift while fucked up on enough oxy to kill a bull moose, or the time these two stoned idiots decided to thaw 80 lbs of chicken wings by putting them through the industrial dishwasher.