Dear Teeter - I recently received a promotion at work over someone who had been with the company for a long time. Since then, most of my co-workers have treated me badly. They snub me, gossip, and constantly look for errors in my work they can bring to the supervisor's attention. I thought the supervisor would support me, but she just humors them.

For seven months I have tried to be courteous and nice to them, but they are determined to make my life miserable. One woman in particular is very intimidating. She seems to thrive on generating hostility and bad feelings.

I leave work every day frustrated and with hurt feelings. I don't want to quit, but I am at a loss as to how to handle this.

You're working with a bunch of player haters and you're letting them have their way with you. That woman who, in particular, has it in for you, we can call her Nancy, because I'd never do a girl named Nancy, even if her last name is Kerrigan. You should do the one thing no one expects here - go to your boss and ask for Nancy to be fired. Don't give a lot of details, but say she's getting in your way of being the best employee ever. I don't often advise such dirty moves, but I do advise fighting fire with feces. Tell him that ever since you got a promotion, Nancy has been ringleading the effort against you and being a real crumbum and has gunt.

The thing is, no one really loves their work, so don't fool yourself. Work isn't play. It's not cool. It's work and most people wouldn't do it unless they got paid for it. You're doing it for the money. Stop looking for more in it. Just take the money and run. Run.

Sometimes I like to end a job by telling people exactly what I think of them. Just tell them what is on your mind. It's so much fun and filled with win and good - you'd think you should be paying to do it.

My 19-year-old son, "Tim," took his grandmother's car while she was sleeping to run over to his friend's house around the corner. He doesn't have a driver's license, and ended up wrecking her car, which is completely totaled.

His uncle and I want our mom to press charges against him, but she doesn't want to. Tim is my son and I love him, but I think he needs to step up, act like an adult and take responsibility. Should we make her press charges?

STFU douche. Everyone hates you.

I am an ambitious 22-year-old college senior. Two years ago, I met the man of my dreams. His name is "Michael" and he's a youth minister. I feel like I've met my life companion.

The problem is that Michael has a huge fear of commitment. On two separate occasions, we were engaged and about to make the announcement. However, at the last minute Michael changed his mind and broke off our entire relationship with, "I need time."

Please tell me what to do. I am beginning to have difficulty trusting him with my feelings because he has hurt me twice by bailing out.

Dude, you have difficulty trusting him and you want him to propose to you? It's time for you to grab a chute and bail out yourself. He may be a great guy and all, but you said it yourself, you have trouble trusting him.

I don't trust him either. He's a youth minister. Don't get me wrong here, but kids don't need ministring. What kinds of problems do they have? Can't make the lego castle? Missing socks? If a kid has a problem, you know what I say - let him figure it out. What a whacky job. How do you sleep at night knowing that your man spends his time ministring children? Tell him to man up and do something real. If he wants to ministring, tell him to minister people with real problems. Minister the drug addicts who desperately want to quit smack. Minister the comic book writers who can't get 'tang. Minister people who need it. No more of this unsolicitable advice.

Leave him. He's totally lame.

Dear Teeter - I am 13. Three of my oldest friends seem to be drifting away. I have a new friend, "Jenny," who is super nice. We share the same interests in books, movies and other things. But I'm afraid if I spend too much time with Jenny, my other three friends will desert me. I have been friends with them since second grade. They mean everything to me. Help!

Dude, I'm not ministring children. Do I look lame-o? I'm a man... bear. I got important problems to explain solutions on. I don't know how to fix your lego castle, and I have no idea where your other sock is. Go to Delias and get another pair of socks. Okay?

You should write to this guy named Michael, who is dating confused in Chicago. The guy likes to minister youths.

Always make time for the people want to have in your life. If friends have a problem with you making time for other friends, tell them they can garnish your salad with their faces.