I don’t know of anyone who hates me. I think it’s more that I live a sheltered life than that I’m particularly lovable. I suppose there may be people on the SDMB who hate me. It’s kind of easier to hate people online, I find, because there are fewer social checks and balances. One wrong opinion, and zip – into the fiery pits with them!
I am a prosecutor - I have had death threats on a fairly regular basis, and have been attacked in open court a few times (I am very good friends with courthouse security). So yeah, I’m hated.
Yes, by a woman who had applied for the job I got (she was in another position in the same department and kept working that job). I came in from out of town so she didn’t know me at all but that didn’t stop her from hating me from jump. She was angry at life in general but certainly steered enough of it my way.
I really did try not to hate her back.
Some of y’all love us. Then there are those like the guy I just saw. Five year old dog hit by a car for the third time. (Different cars each time) Dog had bilateral femoral fractures which I would enjoy repairing. For a price. Guy refuses to spend “that kinda money” ($600 reasonable for this area) on a dog. Elects to euithanize dog, which we do. Then asks if I will tell his wife that dog was DOA in case she calls. I refuse to lie. Major hate goin down.
I think my family hated me for a while, when I was in high school and sick of being the scapegoat for the family, and was rebelling and generally dishing out as much shit as they gave me. I think we’re all mostly over it now. (Except I’m in therapy, and my mom refuses to admit she treated me that way.)
In college, I evicted a girl from our co-op. WOW, that earned me some hate. Even random hate - one day I was walking down the sidewalk and some random girl leans out a car window and screams “BITCH!” at me. It was kind of funny, mostly because I had the upper hand.
There is a person I hate. She is my best friend’s cousin, who walked into our lives, took advantage of our hospitality and friendship, got herself a boyfriend, and then immediately turned around and stabbed us all in the back. She got pregnant so he would marry her, and then refused to let him invite me to the wedding. After knowing him and our entire circle of friends for over 16 years, I was the only one not invited to the wedding. Because of some lies that she told him about me. She hates me because I slept with him. Once. over 15 years ago.
Heh. What Jodi said. If I were to file a complaint about “he was mean to me,” the disciplinary arm of the bar would probably refer me out for counseling. 
They have much more important matters to deal with – attorneys who failed to perform to standards, who embezzled, who have substance abuse problems, etc. This doesn’t quite cut it.
When you actually get out and practice, you learn that there’s a significant difference between what you’re taught and how things are. Take sanctions, for example; in school, you think of them as a sweet weapon in the trial court’s arsenal to keep recalcitrant litigants in line. In practice, you will learn not to seek sanctions, because it forces the judge to choose who the bad person is, and judges hate that. Some judges will deny an otherwise righteous motion simply to avoid having to award sanctions. Those judges are, thankfully, few but they’re out there.
This guy, this opposing counsel, is currently the bane of my existence, but it’s fair to say, I think, that in another year or so I’ll never have to see or hear from him again. I’ll gain another bete noir at that point. It’s just the way of the world.
Yes. Granted, it was in middle school, but there was one person whose attitude went far beyond typical middle-school cattiness. In retrospect, had I swallowed my pride and told anyone there may have even been criminal charges filed, but I had less common sense then than I do now.
Rodgers01,
Another (retired) teacher here. I have no idea how many times students have told me they hated me-- and oddly enough, some of those very same students told me they really liked me… once the year was under way and they had accepted certain limits I’d set. Teenagers are very passionate in their likes and dislikes, and many of them don’t have inhibitions about expressing them.
On the other hand, the only time I was ever endangered by someone’s hatred of me was when I taught an adult-ed course at night.
I had written out all the details of this incident, but then decided to delete it. My school at the time shushed the incident up, and I don’t want to open that up again. One never knows who hangs around these boards. My point was: it is much more dangerous when an adult expresses hatred for you-- even if it’s not in words. His words to me were, IIRC, “You’re ruining my life.”