I got involved in…maybe it was more junior high than soap operatic…I don’t know. It was very drama-y, and I hated it.
Last year, I was in my first year of working on my masters degree. A couple of my friends were in their second years, and both had taken the exam to be a Presidential Management Fellow. (If you don’t know what this is, it’s a big freaking deal for civil servant types.) They were both good friends with each other as well. The results for PMF had started trickling in, with awardees being privately notified by email prior to the results being announced on the PMF website, and everyone was abuzz that so and so had gotten it and so and so hadn’t heard and have you heard that X got PMF, etc.
Anyway, on a Friday afternoon, one of my friends, M, and I were chatting, and I asked him directly if he’d gotten PMF. He told me he had. I told him congratulations, and he asked me not to tell anyone about it. I agreed.
On Monday, the results for PMF were released to the general public, but M didn’t realize this, and neither did I. Our friend S didn’t get it, but moreover, when looking at the results, was extremely insulted that M hadn’t told her, that she’d had to find out from a website. She went to him and basically bitched him out.
BUT WHERE HAD SHE LEARNED THIS INFORMATION? Why, it could only have been ME, or so M assumed. He came to me and started bitching ME out for being gossip and hadn’t he told me not to tell anyone and there were only two people who knew he had gotten PMF. I was completely pissed off, since I didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about - I hadn’t told anyone.
Later that same day, he practically threw a hissy fit when someone else congratulated him for getting PMF. It was only then that someone pointed out the results were on the web for all to see. So he looked pretty stupid and apologized to me.
…this is why there aren’t any soap operas about public policy students.