Another Social event I'm avoiding

 I realize looking at my posts, that I kind of suck at disguising names. Or many other things that I don't want to be obvious about.

I saw that I referred to one of the women worked for was Irma in one sentence and Velma the next.  Maybe I should call her just Awful.    I'll try this again.  We'll call her Lois.  Lois sounds like someone who goes to grocery stores and makes young cashiers cry.  Lois would fit this person.   

I need to vent, but I also don't want to name names.  Unless it's Harold.  Maybe Harold's name is really Eric.  Maybe his last name might be richter - and his facebook is kind of stupid.  And maybe I'm ok if people troll him.  Yeah, I look maybe once in awhile to see if he's still stupid.  Makes me feel better.  

Someone I used to work with is retiring next month and I got an invite.  I declined before the end of the day. I thought why am I even hesitating to decline?  It's an hour drive away to go there for an afternoon.  I love the person that's retiring.  I am done with the socializing and pretending that I'm not uncomfortable.  I know Frick will message me about going.  Hard No Frick.  And Lois will be there and I don't want to know how wonderful her life is.  I don't care.   I don't want to know Lois is going hang gliding in Norway or having a movie made out of her life because she's so great.  The woman who is retiring is great and if it were in my neighborhood, I would show up and at least say hello. 

The woman who is retiring once managed our group for a period of time.  When I had trouble with one of her people, she called me and asked me about what was going on.  There was a period of time where I felt like I was in the mafia, like you better not say a thing or they'll find a way to make your life hard.  Things were changing and I felt like it would be ok.  She listened and told me what was happening was not acceptable and she would talk to him.  I appreciate that.  She made work fun and she's one of the few people I miss from my daily life. 

I know that she lives in the suburbs on the northeast side.  Maybe if I run into her at the post office near Bayshore or nearby, she would say hello to me and not be appalled that I'm in a nice neighborhood like Lois would.  Some people treated me with respect.  I hope she enjoys her retirement.

I hope Lois has to move to Cudahy for her retirement.    




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