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I’m grateful I only have to work a half day.  It’s true that my husband and I have to meet with our son’s principal but anything is better than this place these days.  They still continue to include me at lunch, endlessly yapping about the party.  How her relatives love “her friends” and plans to go to the sister’s beach house this summer.   I guess I’m supposed be above it as Helen has known Monica for 10 years and that makes them “friends”.  Never mind the amount of time she’s spent over the past year badmouthing her.  And Daisy – how many times has she badmouthed Monica to me but hangs out with her on the weekends (and complains how ungrateful she is) and is constantly at her desk while Monica shops online and Daisy complains how she’s the most overworked person in the place but I notice she spends lots of time on personal phone calls (the speaking Spanish to her boyfriend – often – is a dead give away, and her entire family and countless “phone calls” to Monica (so theoretically her boss won’t see her up front).  Maybe I’m being ultra paranoid but even my bosses seem less nice.  One of them looks at me with downright pity.  Now I know one of them has been sore since I called in sick the day after Memorial Day.  Folks you should know by now if I call in sick I’m sick.  Yeah sick and tired of the shit that goes on in here.  So now I sit here with a heavy heart for another day.  Pretty soon Monica will come in no doubt 10 or more minutes late, dressed like a slob in her pajamas and the bosses won’t say a damn thing.  Just like John and James both in the mailroom who do almost nothing and give you an attitude anytime you ask them to do their job.  I try so hard.