truth hurts

I have had some time off over Christmas and New Year. I went into work feeling rested and in good spirits.

My spirits rose even higher when I found out H is on holiday and out of the office for two full weeks. Nothing could go wrong a beautiful day like today!

I joined the compulsory 08.45 morning coffee and enlightened all present about my stomach bug that hit me over New Year. Pooh is one of those subjects not talked about at my office, but I managed to be politically correct and even get some sympathy from some of my fellow co-workers. Success!

At lunch I was joined by N - one of the girls from reception. I like N a lot. She is given a lot of grief from my colleagues due to being drop dead gorgeous and the fat old ladies are clearly jealous of this. Despite this bullying she never complains, looks stressed or slag people off. I find her an inspiration.

So N and I sat down and had a chat. There's a new position at work which we both have applied for. We started to joke, saying really we should start our own company, where customer service should be the key word. Then she said, all matter of factly
I’ll never get the position. They believe I’m too thick to do anything but talk on the phone.

I got angry: But that’s bullshit N! You could be really good at the position!

I know, she sighed. But I won’t get the job because I’m a bimbo and you won’t get the job because you are too different.

I laughed. Yes, that’s true. Can you imagine what they say behind our backs about us when they are so mean to our faces?!

She went all serious, looked at me and said carefully they really don’t like you, you know. As in REALLY don’t like you…

And I know. But still it hurts to hear someone spell it out to you.