The other night I went to dinner with three co-workers after work. Usually, I’ve found them to be pleasant girls to hang around with at work, but with one beer each in them, they turned into shrill gossip harpies.
They verbally shredded one girl who was just fired because of her absenteeism. She said she was missing a lot of work because of panic attacks, and she hadn’t been employed long enough to qualify for family/medical leave. The gossip harpies said they thought she was faking just so she could take time off work, and she deserved to be fired.
The next victim on their list was a girl who they declared was a psycho, because she’s bi-polar and she forgot to take her meds one day. Someone found her in the stairwell crying. Being someone who frequently cries in the bathroom during bad migraine days, I could totally empathize with this girl’s plight.
I tried to defend these two fellow sufferers, saying panic attacks could be truly disabling and forgetting your meds one day doesn’t make you a psycho.
They looked at me as if I was completely nuts, and then it occurred to me what do they say about me when I’m not there? I miss a lot of work because of my migraines. I’m surprised they even asked me to dinner with the way they were talking about these other girls.
I tried to change the topic, but they were having none of it. One girl even asked, “Who can we talk about next?”
Maybe they were just gossiping for the sport of it, but I think I really saw their true colors during that meal, or maybe with my being a chronic pain chick, I can truly sympathize with people with similar situations.