A Lesson in Everything

So, I've got this new job, right? Everything seems awesome until my start date when I have to be trained.
The lovely woman training me, the former assistant/story editor, hates my guts for no apparent reason. When I interned with her, it was the same way. I could say "my, you look beautiful today" and present her with a certificate saying she'd won a date with World's Sexiest Man Johhny Depp and she'd still find something to criticize. Of course, this has led to me not feeling adequately prepared to start my job on Monday, nor will it help her former boss, whom she claims to like, in any way shape or form. I don't even want to befriend her - she likes looking at cat pictures and says things like "Noms" when she wants to eat something delicious. I'd just like to get comfortable in my new environment and learn my job.
Bless those who curse me, right?
I suppose so.
But seriously - there have been moments this week when I'd rather go back to being so depressed that I was beyond suicidal thoughts (see first post).
It's never easy, is it?
On another note, soon I will be 21, removing my back-up excuse to be antisocial. I will now have both the income and the age to sustain a social life. Damn it.