Where the hell...

My manager told a co-worker that she thinks I'm faking being sick.

Just one more thing making me regret the move to a new branch.

I am really insulted by this, it's like she's questioning my honesty. If I were to fake being sick (which I haven't done since 8th grade!) wouldn't I call out? Make it worth something to me? What the hell would be the point of faking at work? I never asked to go home because that's not what I do! unless I have a fever or am puking my guts up (lovely picture eh?) I am at work, on time and doing my best. For Christ's sake, I honestly want to do something devious and disgusting and cough all over her stuff, or better yet be petty and after I blow my nose show her the tissue. Where the Hell does she get off?

Why am I like this?

I don't understand why I let my feelings get hurt so often. I suppose you could say it stems from my "younger" days of trying so very very hard to make sure I got along with everyone; and for the most part I did. As I get older I've started to stop trying so hard, because it always seemed like I was the only one putting any effort into any relationship I had.

I have felt hurt because friends never call, because of the way I'm treated at work and right down to the heart of things: My Family. It's this last hurt I'm here to talk about today. I am the middle of 5 children, two older brothers, a younger sister and a younger brother. I'm sure I'll get to stories of the boys later, but for today it is my sister this little blurb is about.

I wish I were her. plain and simple, she's gorgeous and smart, tall and slim, writes like a dream and has had so many opportunities that I would kill for. Every time I'm around her I feel what few smart cells I have slipping away. What hurts me though, is whenever she's around me, I feel as though she's laughing at me. it's in her tone, her looks, everything. I love my little sister so much and I don't think she realizes how much she hurts me. I am jealous, lets be clear on that from the start. She's off on an amazing adventure studying abroad right now, partially because she is so damn smart, and partially because she was lucky enough to have my boyfriend co-signer for school. Sometimes I'm shallow enough to wish he had done it for me instead, so I could be getting the education at a "real" college like I've always wanted. I'm disgusted with myself for feeling that way.

There was once a time that she looked up to me, a time many years ago. I don't feel as though she cares anymore, I have driven her where she needs, picked her up and brought her to Florida. I would be there, here, anywhere in a heartbeat if she needed me to be. Yet, on her side I have been replaced with friends, which is fine. I know she doesn't talk to me like she used to, I just feel so lonely in my life right now. I have never felt so emotionally lost and miserable then I have lately, and it hurts to see her talk to others and not me. She is so so far away and has limited access to the Internet and phone, this I also know. But she had the time to leave word for others...why not me? never me. I wish I could understand why I need her to need me so much, to be a sister to me, to want me to be a sister to her...