Dishonest

Do you ever have one of those days when it takes effort just to smile? I find it better not to fake it in those situations, because my forced smile makes me look like a serial killer poised for attack.

One of my favorite co-workers is leaving. Today is his last day, and at his party this morning I'm pretty sure I was alternating between the maniacal smile and just looking very uncomfortable. I may have been rude to at least a couple of people who are several rungs above me on the institutional ladder. I may have enjoyed it.

We get attached to our co-workers. This one is my partner in crime. We gossip and bitch about some of our colleagues, which I generally don't do. Once, when I worked at another job, my favorite co-worker left, and my boyfriend broke up with me on the same day. I fought tears that first day without my colleague. I missed him much more than the boyfriend.

Meanwhile, it's dawned on me that another friend has probably been lying to me about some things for a long time. Dishonesty just doesn't compute for me. I don't understand deception, especially with your friends. Isn't the whole point of friendship having someone with whom you can be honest?