I’m at Metro waiting for the next train home and a lady I used to work with sits down next to me and says hello. I greet her with surprise for one because I do my best to be inconspicuous and two I was wondering who in the heck was calling me out in public.
Anyway, about a year or so she was terminated and she basically accused me of knowing about it. Really?
Then I started assisting her former attorney and she told someone who I got her in trouble and had her fired. Really? You’ve got to be kidding me right?
Anyway, back to the awkward encounter. After we exchanged pleasantries we attempted to a conversation and the only thing I wanted to say to her is, “why would you blame me for you being fired. Your attendance got you fired”, but I didn’t. I seriously deserve a pat on the back for that.
We just should have left it at hello and gone our separate ways. Do you know how hard it is to fake a conversation? Do you know how hard it is to feign interest? Hard. Painful. Like make you want to slit your wrist or throat or hang yourself painful. Like going to a stuffy office party and hoping you can slip out without being noticed and or missed.
Finally, the train pulls in and we say a half-hearted “have a nice weekend” and eagerly part ways.