Dearest Co-Worker, I get it. I really do. Turning forty is a terrifying milestone. Especially for a single mom. Who knows, when I go through it in fifteen years, maybe I’ll be the same way. So I get that’s why you’re doing this. Why the sudden new wardrobe. And the new hair. And the new way of speaking. (all of which I’m sure your tween age daughter just loves) Most of all I get the new group of girlfriends made up entirely of the college interns. I do get that in order to fit in with the new group, you suddenly feel the need to go out of your way to treat me like crap. I even get why, when I walked up to give you some work information, you felt the need to tell me that you couldn’t ‘take’ me to the ‘kids’ movie next weekend. That maybe I could go with your daughter and her little friends. And why as I walked away, you giggled hysterically. I get it. Can’t wait until you do.
I would like to mention a few things before I officially end this ‘relationship’. One, you look and sound ridiculous. You are almost forty. It comes after thirty nine. Deal with it. And not even teenagers dress like that to go to work. The interns don’t. Should have been your first clue. Two, your new ‘friends’ talk about you constantly behind your back. They roll their eyes when you try to speak like them. They take pictures of your ‘cool new outfits’ to trade and laugh over them later. You are their joke. Three, you trying to make me look or sound young or immature is weird considering I am a couple years older than your new group of friends. The movie that you can’t ‘take me to’? They are wildly excited about going to see it and have invited me to go with them. Twice. And I may go. And finally, they are interns. Unpaid, temporary interns. They’ll be gone by June. Just in time for your birthday.
But I would like to remind you that you pushed this friendship. You’ve been insisting on us having a ‘relationship’ outside of work for over a year. Pressing me to go to the bars, clubs, even though it’s really not fun for me. So I’m not really devastated that this friendship is ending. I get it.
Oh and P.S. speaking of clubs. The new one you’re so excited about taking everyone to? (except me of course) The one that’s so packed with so cute single guys? It’s a club for gay men. And your friends know it. Have fun!