This is the very reason I have doubts about anything anyone tells me. They are always lying, or not doing what they say they are going to do. I hate being proved right about things like this. Its one of the only times in my life where I wanted to be wrong.
When you tell someone you are going to do something for or with them, go through with it, especially if youve talked about it for days and days. If you really cant come through, CALL ME AND TELL ME. Is that so fucking hard? I spend my whole day preparing, pushing other plans to the side, just to make sure I am ready and waiting when it comes time to do what we have to do.
And then they dont show up.
I call and call, trying to figure out what is going on. No word. An hour passes, two hours, three hours, four fucking hours, when finally I get a hold of a mutual friend who tells me she is off doing something with some guy she barely even knows. So much for "best friends," right?
19 years I have been friends with this person. And when I try to count on them for something that happens to be very important to me, she blows me off for a guy she met only 2 days ago.
Now, I probably wont be getting the bartending job. I needed a ride to the bar since my car is in the shop, and thats what I was counting on her for. I was supposed to go in today for a final interview and possibly even start working. Sarah was at work, all my other friends were at work, except for this girl. I told her 4 days ago I would be needing a ride. She promised she would be there. But, she wasnt. I had a feeling something like this was going to happen. I always do, and unfortunately, Im always right.
I might still got the job. I called the manager and told him I was going to be late, and I did actually show up after Sarah came home from work, but it looks so bad being almost 4 hours late. He wasnt very happy with me, but he had me fill out some paper work then had me work for 2 hours. I loved it, but I could have worked for 6 if I was there on time. Working topless will take some getting used to. When I was leaving, the manager said "Ill call you with your schedule." Thats why I dont think Im getting the job.
I dont know how Im going to handle this with my stupid friend. I want to yell and scream at her, but that wont solve anything. She gets very defensive if someone raises their voice with her. I have to say something though. She fucked me over.