round two

The second punch of the day came this evening, in the form of a very pointed facebook status update from my very disgruntled (ex?)friend, who "doesn’t like how bosses pit friends against friends. She equally becomes frustrated when she’s the only one that can see that is exactly what they are doing. Never trust the boss and never do their bidding. Also, becoming what oppresses you will not set you free." 

Never have I ever—–

No. It would be against my (surprisingly firm and well-founded) principles to indulge in the sort of hypocritical and self-serving behavior necessary to form a response to any of her messages today. And yet, inside I am still seething, which is making my head hurt a bit, for despite appearances, I’m not very well-equipped to dislike people to this degree. Erggghhh. Still can’t let go of it.

The saddest part is, she is so much a slave of the Union that it has oppressed and damaged her as much as she thinks working at Starbucks has oppressed me. I’ve mostly only been there this long to punish myself, but very few people know that. And, for someone who professes to be as open-minded and tolerant as she, the entirety of her reaction

I have gone about much of my adult life with a casual indifference to how I am perceived by others. The result of this is that I’m frequently misunderstood, which I obviously don’t mind. But never to this degree. Never to the extent that people are passive aggressively going public with their grievances.

Geez. Festivus isn’t for another two weeks.