Dear Sienna,
Every time you come up to me 10 minutes before our allotted smoke break to ask me if I am going outside, my skin crawls. Of course I am going to smoke, I’m a smoker. Why do you need to make sure of that every stupid break?
Oh, I know! It’s because you want to trap me for those 15 minutes as you rant about your Bipolar Disorder that made your life so hard & your hair so brittle. Poor baby. I sit quietly and listen, pretending to be your BFF, because I am trying to make my work a pleasant place to come everyday, and if I got into conflict with you it might not be so nice.
Wanna know what I really think? I think you are a whiny, annoying, loud mouth that can’t do well in the workforce because you suck at life. I think people talk about you behind your back constantly and I talk with them. We all give each other eyes when you are around because we want you to SHUT UP. If you tell me one more time about how they need to change your meds because of the damn side-effects, I might give you a side-effect that you never expected. Like a black eye.
I am not your therapist. I do not care about your problems. I pretend to listen when I’m really trying to tune you out at every instance, smoke faster, and run run run away. All those times I got up quickly in the middle of one of your stories because I had to pee… It was a lie. I just couldn’t take anymore of it.
Love forever,
Me
You go, girl! Isn’t it the worst thing in the world when people you barely know (like from work) decide you are their dearest friend and therefore feel they are allowed to dump ALL their crap on you?!!!! I remember the last day I worked, years ago. There was a woman who bitched and moaned and groaned to me about EVERYTHING! I told her on that last day, as I was walking out the door, “By the way, Peggy, I’ve never liked your self-serving, child hating, skanky ass EVER!!!” YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THAT LOOK! It was PRICELESS!