Good karma

It pains me to write about the exact same thing again…..no it doesn’t that just sounded like a good opener – I’ve still been thinking about Olivia these past few days. How miserable she made me feel, how she is not the person she makes out she is to everyone, and how stupid I was to trust that she WAS the person she made out she was (FOR YEARS!!). Some people are so full of shit and yet you don’t even realise it when it’s right under your nose. Almost 6 months since I left have now gone by, and oh, what’s this on my phone..? A text from Olivia “How’s the new job going Stephen? Are you still happy there?”…..oh, NO, it isn’t a text from Olivia. Oh but wait, what’s that Thabani said to me the other day? “Olivia’s asking how you’re getting on”….? NOPE, that isn’t what Thabani has ever said to me, and she knows 100% that we see eachother outside of work. One who makes out she was “proud” of me in front of everyone to make herself look like a great person, in reality could not give a shit. Do me a favour, if you DON’T really give a shit, stop virtue signalling to colleagues around you that you DO give a shit, and just shut the fuck up. I’m unable to find a clear answer on Bing as to how honest the Northern Irish are as a nation, results mostly relate to what they think about the Republic, but this Northern Irish person is about as duplicitous as they come.

And 6 months on no I do NOT want a fucking drinks night with any of them, thanks – not least because I don’t think I want to hear Olivia equiring how I am when she had my phone number for the past half a year and couldn’t even be bothered to text and ask me except in person, in front of others.

The karma part, of course, is that I know she’s bitter and miserable, and now has no one to talk down to and pick on. Which after making me feel like crap and then lying to my face in the ways she did, is nothing but sweet, sweet karma. Enjoy the rest of your time there, ‘love’.