Actually, I’ve decided that she is not my friend anymore. It’s not like she’s malicious or purposely hurtful towards me, but she’s a selfish twat. The thing is, it’s either all about her, or she doesn’t care. It is fine for people to do her favours, but if the same is asked of her, you will have a tough time. It’s been like this for the four years I’ve known her. I think it only lasted this long because in the beginning, we weren’t too close, so she did not ask me for favours that much. But in the past year or so, our friendship has been a downward spiral.
Sure, we had our good times. Like the time we ditched classes and drove four hours to see our favourite bands in another city. Or the time we headed to Seattle during reading break to buy shoes and goof around. But now that I think about it, during those two trips, she was a selfish bitch and by the end of the day, we were driving in silence because she just pissed me off so much. I don’t know, maybe it’s because my personal motto on friendship is “If you do me a favour, one day I will repay you.” and not “If you do me a favour, I will repay you if it benefits me in the process.”
So, like I said, for the past year, she’s been taking advantage of me so much that I just can’t handle it anymore. I graduated high school last year, and decided it was time for me to enter the working world. I spent a few weeks looking for a job and when I found it, I was enthusiatic. I kept talking about how great it was, how the co-workers were so nice and cool and helpful, how we sold cake and I could have cake whenever I wanted. Then she said she needed a job too, and I knew that my boss was looking for someone to hire, and my boss had already asked me if I had any friends who were interested in working. So, I checked into it, and basically, she became my co-worker. Now, after a year, we’re both burned out from this customer service job. I don’t know about her, but as much as I’m getting tired from it, I go in and do my job. I guess she does too, but she whines to me after work about how she hates working there and she’s going to quit any time soon. That is all fine with me, so she needs to let it out. I do the same in the Pit most of the time. What gets me is how she blames me. Why? Because I got her the job. Apparently, she would have been better off jobless and still asking her parents for money.
That’s not the only thing. Over the year, she’s asked me to fill in her shifts for her when she couldn’t make it. When she went snowboarding during the weekends in the winter, I filled in for her Saturday shifts. When she wanted to go to a concert, I filled in for her. When she went to South Africa in May for a month, I filled in ALL her shifts for her. I was working basically seven days a week on top of doing exams and starting my summer course. It was getting me really burned out, but I did it because I thought she was my friend and if I needed the same thing, she would do it. Apparently not. I have plans to see a concert in two weeks. It’s not on the day I’m scheduled to work, but the day before. Our shifts start at 5:30 AM. AM as in the morning. As in when the sun is just starting to make an appearance over the horizon. so that means waking up at 4:30 AM. Now, I knew that the concert will go until 11:00 PM and by the time I get home, it will be midnight. Besides, as is with most concerts, there will be a beer garden. And well, you know, youth and alcohol…
Knowing 4.5 hours of sleep plus the after effects of alcohol would make me groggy and gross, I asked her on Sunday if she could do me a favour and take my Tuesday morning shift for me. Her response? “I can’t.” Why not? “You know how much I hate work.” So basically, she won’t fill in for me because she hates work. Not because she’s busy. Not because she has a life and death emergency that will unable her to work on Tuesdays. Because she doesn’t fucking want to. All the days I filled in for her obviously meant nothing to her. It’s okay that I nearly kill myself from such an overload, but she’s just going to relax and sleep in on the fucking Tuesday morning because it’s okay for me to fill in for her, but for her to do the same is just asking too fucking much.
And let’s not forget how irresponsible she was when two weeks ago, we went to a co-worker’s birthday party and she knew she was working the next day, knew no one could fill in for her, yet drank and drank and drank. so, the next day she felt like shit, and called me the next day to tell me she can’t go in, if I will go in. I would have gone in for her when she called, but I was helping show another friend how to get to her new job. And it’s not like I didn’t feel like shit myself. The only difference is that I knew I wouldn’t have to work the next day, so I knew I could feel like shit.
So, I am not going to be like her. Since she won’t fill in for me, I will most likely stay away from the beer garden, and maybe leave the concert early. It sucks because it’s supposed to be a fun night, but if that’s the way it’s going to be, I will responsible, and have one less friend to take advantage of me.