Yes, I'm still leaving the glacial wastes of Pittsburgh for sunny and warm MEMPHIS Tennessee! I reckon that I'll be gone in a week or so. Hooray for me! I'm so happy, I could just puke!
Not that you care. You're probably not even READING this.
One thing disturbs me though. I made a couple of pretty good friends over the last month or so. One of which is a chick who started fairly recently and the other is a guy who's been working there a bit longer than me. We'll call them "Sandy" and "Bill" because, well, those are their names.
The three of us had been hanging out quite a bit the last few weeks and I was content. "How nice," I thought. "I've got a group of friends I can hang out with without any of that crappy sexual tension mucking things up like it always has in the past".
Then Mr. Bill tells me that he's sort of falling for her. Well, whatever. As time goes on, he becomes more and more infatuated with her. He says that they've had special talks, shared some "moments". Nothing physical mind you, but a special emotional tie.
This seemed a bit odd to me, and my incongruence radar went off (I get that when someone is telling my something that is at variance with the facts, like when my ex-girlfriend-turned-evil-backstabbing-'ho told me I could trust her). So I casually and quite cleverly worked it into conversation with Sandy, and she denied it.
Hmmm. So as things developed, Sandy and Bill have apparantly shared sleeping arrangements (same apartment, separate beds), and over the Christmas/New Year's break have been calling each other back and forth. At the same time, however, right before the break, Sandy told me that Bill was making her uncomfortable, yet according to Bill, they've been hanging out nightly at her prompting.
So it boils down to this: One of them is either lying out the ass or is so incredibly delusional that he/she is on the verge of a psychotic episode. Worse yet, maybe they're conspiring to drive me mad. Either way, this does not bode well for me. Since now I don't know who to trust about anything, I think it's safe to say that the neat little friendship triangle is irretrievably shattered. Oh well. I don't know why the hell I should be surprised. I can't have anything nice.
At least in my college days when mutual friends hooked up they didn't confuse me with a dizzying number of contradictions and half-truths. They coupled and decoupled and it really didn't affect me very much. This is bugging me, though, since not only are these the ONLY two close friends I have at work, but they're also going to Memphis with me. Won't THAT be a head trip?
Bill said that they were keeping things cool because of the upcoming move and the fact that they don't want to jeopardize their working relationship. Ol' Sandy was also purportedly concerned about me and how I would feel about things. Christ, when did I become a little fucking flower? I've been through a lot worse than them and I've come out only a little warped.
Ah, fuck 'em all, let God sort 'em out. As far as I'm concerned, as long as I've got the Master and Cornelius (My THIRD tarantula), I'm OK.
And to Bill and Sandy, if I somehow had a lapse of good sense and sanity and gave you my web page address, you didn't read this.