So, I’m at work today, and I hear an occasional whisper about “tonight.”
As it turns out, my colleagues made plans to go out to the bar. Not just one or two of them together. All of them.
No, I was not invited.
For several weeks now, my colleagues have not been speaking to me, and for the life of me, I do NOT know why. To the best of my knowledge, I haven’t wronged any of them. But the more I hear them talk amongst themselves, the less I care. I don’t hear them gossip about me, but I do hear them talk about each other. And I hate that. I really, really hate it. So I quit trying to figure out what was up with them, and started keeping to myself.
A few days ago, though, they started talking to me again. I don’t know why. And again, I don’t care. I just keep it light and pleasant, or strictly work-related. They aren’t my friends anymore, just colleagues.
But today, I did something I don’t normally do. I deliberately dug at one of my colleagues. And it felt good.
As I was leaving today, I very pleasantly said “have a good time tonight.” This is what followed:
Colleague: Good time? Doing what?
Persephone: Well, you guys are going out to the bar tonight, right?
C: (pushing herself back in her chair, putting her hands on her thighs, copping a HUGE attitude) Uh, YEAH.
P: (smiling pleasantly) Have a good time!
Then I left.
A friend of mine, who also works there (but is currently on sick leave, and was there to pick me up because my car is broken) was in the office at the time this happened, and witnessed the whole exchange. As we were leaving, she looked at me and said “What was THAT all about?”
I told her, and then I said “But you know, even if they had invited me, I wouldn’t have gone. They don’t talk to me, then they do. They stab each other in the back, then hang out together like lifelong friends. I don’t want to spend my free time with them, because it’s much easier to socialize with people who only have one face.”
I will stand next to them in solidarity as my city undergoes some of the darkest times in it’s history. We’re facing layoffs, wage freezes and cuts, and cuts in our benefits. As employees, they’re fine. They work hard, and work well. As humans, though, they suck.
I don’t wish them ill. Really, I don’t. I mean, what’s the point? My life is far too full of other problems to bother wishing bad on them. Besides, it’s against my religion. But I do hope that my colleague heard me. She’s a smart woman, and actually, I did used to think of her as a friend. I hope she heard everything I didn’t say. I hope she heard me say “no, I’m not hurt by you people planning around me. Because you guys suck, and I don’t care about you anymore.”

