We’re having our end of the year holiday party today at work. We’re abuzz with cooking, decorating, and all the associated happy hoo-ha.
Someone who used to work here full time is back for a meeting and is staying for lunch. We used to get on quite well. Lately when I see her she asks about The Niece and then tunes me out. To the outside observer I’m sure it seems like she’s interested but I can tell she could give a sh*t what I say. So, my thought is why pretend? I’m never going to give a long-winded answer. I usually tend towards a short and funny tale and then I move on because I don’t ever want to be one of those people who will not shut up about the children in her life. Yawn.
This may be overly dramatic but I have become a placeholder for this person. I’m the only one in my unit who gets to work before 9 and so this former co-worker had to speak to me because I was the only one here but I know she’d rather talk to the actual parent in our group. I’ll bet the contents of my wallet that she won’t have the I could give a sh*t look on her face when they sit together at lunch and chat.
I’m so glad I grew up and ended up right back in high school.
At least the garlic mashed potatoes cooking away in the crock pot smell delicious.