Hypocrite

Oh, God, not her again, why do I come to these parties? Rose told me, she promised that she would not be coming tonight. I hate her and the way she thinks she is better than everyone else. All she does is go on about how great her life is. Do you know what, I do not care and I never will. Go and jump of a cliff, no –one will miss you. Why do I do it? I am stressing myself out and I shouldn’t say that, really I did not mean it. Well, actually I do, a little. I just can’t forgive her, she took my job, and my ex-boyfriend behind my back, but she did me a favour with him. So she is welcome to him. That job was a fresh start, a new life; money, great prospects but she took it, knowing full well that job meant everything to me. She made out she was my best friend but she was plotting behind my back. She makes me so angry; I want to throw something right this second. Oh, shit, she’s coming straight for me. Quick, run to the toilet. Oh no I am blocked in from every possible angle!  I can’t believe this.  Ok, calm down, count to ten and put  on your friendly face.

“Hi Judy,”

“Hi Stella”

“You look lovely tonight, Judy.”

 “Oh, thanks, just something I throw on.”

“Well, you can tell that.”

“Bitch!”

“Did you say something Judy?”

“I just said thanks.”

“I did not think you were coming Stella”

“I could not miss Rose and Martin’s engagement party. I did have a business trip on but I postponed it until tomorrow.”

“That was good of you, Stella.”

“Well my friends are important to me, Judy, just like you. I left you a message the other day at that drab place that you call a job.”

Cow

“What did you say?”

“I said I have been busy and out of the office all week. Had a lot of viewings to do.”

“You know, you need to get out of that job. You know you’re never going to amount to anything there.”

Well, what I would like to say to her is: well if you had not taken my job, you jumped up two- faced, hypercritical bitch, I would not be in that dead- end job but you, my so called friend, decided, to take it all away from me and rub my face in it. But instead of saying what I really wanted to say. I came out with:

“Yeah ,you’re right ,Stella, but I really like working with the Smiths and I think  I am going to stay there for another year and look around.”

“Well, if I was you, I would start looking now. You could do so much better than working there and I don’t think the job I am doing would have made you happy, so I think I have done you a favour, Judy.”

“Yeah thanks Stella.”

 “Well, maybe we should meet up next week. How about Thursday, I am free. I don’t go to Spain till Friday and we can talk jobs.”

“No Stella you’re fine I am really busy.”

“No its fine. I will arrange it and if it’s the money don’t worry, I will pay , I know how hard up you are.”

 I am going to kill her. I can feel my hand going into a fist and slowly rising towards her. When suddenly, I feel somebody shove my hand back and it’s Rose. I hear her whisper in my ear

“Calm down. I will get rid of her.”

“Stella, must take Judy away from you, I have been dying to introduce her to Martin’s friend Paul.”

“Oh great. Well, I’ll see you Thursday, Judy. Love you, bye.”

Not if I see you first. “Yeah, see you soon, Stella, take care.”

Hope you don’t trip on your mouth on the way out!

 copyright@Emma Fitzgerald