betrayal

monday after i posted the last post, i found out some more about the circumstances involving my being laid off. one of my coworkers, i'll call him d-bag, and i were friends from day one.  we got along really well and liked to joke around.  after about a month or so of working there, d-bag added me as a friend on facebook.  against my better judgement, i confirmed him.  i hesitated because facebook can be a pretty personal thing (and i have a hard time not voicing my opinions freely and openly), and i wasn't sure i wanted a coworker knowing that much about me.  but i did it anyway.  throughout the months, i kind of began to regret it.  he made fun of me for liking "big brother" and when i got my legs waxed.  still, it wasn't anything i should have been concerned about.

it was no secret at work that my boss and i did not get along.  in fact, d-bag was a source of comfort for me on days when i wanted to quit.  he let me know that everyone else in the office appreciated the job i was doing.  he also told me that every other person in the office felt the same way about the boss, that everyone had problems working for him.  after a particularly long day of being yelled at, i put on facebook that i wanted to look for a new job.  the next day, d-bag messaged me on our instant message system and asked me if i was ok and if i wanted to talk about it.  before i said anything, i asked him if it was just between the two of us and to please not say anything to anyone.  he said, and i quote "facebook stays on facebook".  so i told him that i didn't get paid enough money to deal with the stress of working with my boss, and that sometimes i felt like i was being taken advantage of.  

come to find out, he went to said boss, human resources, and every.other.employee telling them that i was running my mouth about not making enough money to sit around and do nothing all day.  and that is the reason why i lost my job.  not because "it is just not economical for the company" to keep me at my wage.  not because i had stopped performing my duties satisfactorily.  but because a person i thought was my friend, a person i trusted, dug into my life pretending to care and then twisted my words around.  i honestly have never felt more betrayed in my life.  a person i trusted, a person who pretended to be my friend completely stabbed me in the back.  

i know that this was my fault.  i should not have said anything.  but i honestly thought that i could trust this person.  we had been friends since i started.  but i guess that doesn't mean anything to some people.  i have learned my lesson, though, and will never. ever. ever. again make that mistake.  

ugh.  stupid people.