Nausea

I am quite literally sick to my stomach. Last week we had a luncheon for my good friend who had been let go. Her car was in the shop so I chauffered her to the restaurant and home. In the car I was telling her how things were at work, the problems with the girls upstairs, etc. From my point of view she was a good friend I could safely vent to as somebody who knew the situation.

Well turns out she's not much of a friend. She turned around and told the one girl upstairs who I had been having problems with everything I had said...only coached in terms that I was laughing at things, that I was vindicated that they got laid off etc. Oh good.

How did I find this out? Well the one girl upstairs told the other girl upstairs who'd called in and was discussing this, among other things with the woman I work with. She decided I should be warned as we have a luncheon for the upstairs two next week and my dear friend with the big mouth will be there too. It turns out this isn't the first time she's pulled stuff like this. Apparently everybody thought I knew about this little side of her personality.

Part of me just wants to call in sick that day. Why should I force myself to sit through this incredibly uncomfortable situation that has developed in no small part due to my "friend." But the other part of me, and the one I will, in the end, listen (or so my past and gut instinct tell me) just says "You know what, fuck them. They're the embittered ones who would actually believe I am that crappy, vindictive person described. The least I can do is show up and be me. Yes, I'll have to sit through dirty looks and possible whispers, but the least I can do is be above all that."

But still, sick to my stomach about the whole situation.