Heather Doesn’t Know What It Means To Be A Friend

Heather Martin thought that she had left the degrading world of retail behind five years ago when she quit her soul sucking job at Khaki Kingdom in Canton, Ohio for a position as a fundraising assistant in Cleveland.  Raising money to help homeless people offered everything Heather wanted in a career: a chance to really make a difference in the lives of others, decent pay, well educated colleagues, and a good sixty miles between her and her manager at Khaki Kingdom.

To say Heather Martin hated Julia Moore would be akin to saying that the only reason Yoko Ono has had a music career over the years is because she’s the widow of John Lennon.  Julia made every moment of Heather’s time at Khaki Kingdom a living nightmare.  She gave her the worst shifts, clocked how long it took her to use the bathroom, and criticized the way she displayed the merchandise.  At first, Heather worried that maybe she was the worst employee ever and that she deserved Julia’s wrath, but then she noticed that Julia treated everyone horribly.  She couldn’t understand why Julia was so wretched, or why she sent Facebook friend requests to everyone on staff if she thought they were all so incompetent.  No one wanted to accept her friend requests, but she was the boss and you don’t say no to the boss.  For three years, Heather had to look at status updates about the woman’s cats, her thoughts on the latest episode of Big Brother, and the thirty minute meal recipes she had found online.  The second she got her new job in Cleveland, Heather dropped Julia as a friend and never looked back.

Flash forward to present day Heather: downsized eight months ago from her fundraising job, unable to find something comparable, and almost out of savings.  Forced to swallow her pride, Heather applied at every store in the mall.  Mobile Mania was the only place that called, so it was there that she sat waiting in the back room for the Regional Manager to show up for an interview that was supposed to have begun thirty minutes ago.

“Hi, Heather.  I’m Julia Sully,” a woman in a pair of khaki pants and a golf shirt announced while rushing into the room .  “Oh my God!  It is you!” she then said.

“Oh…my…God.  It’s you!” Heather replied, some would say, in a frightened manner.  Correcting her tone, she then said, “I mean – Julia!  Oh my goodness!  Long time no see!  Wait, your last name is now Sully?”

“That’s right.  I got married a year ago to the owner of Mobile Mania.  I saw your application and thought, could this be my Heather Martin from the good old days at Khaki Kingdom?  And here you are!  So, what’s new?”

Heather then spent the next twenty minutes enduring the type of inane questions that only someone such as Julia would ask during an interview.  With a promise from Julia to call soon and let her know, and a phony “Thanks!  It would be great to work together again,” from Heather the two ladies then parted ways.

Julia did call Heather a few days later to let her know that the position went to someone else – a high school student.

“I just felt he was more qualified,” she told her former employee.

The real reason Heather didn’t get the job?  Because, Heather made the fatal mistake of unfriending Julia five minutes after her last shift.  Julia would have been okay with Heather dropping her from Facebook a year down the road.  People move on, they lose touch, etc.; so no biggie.  But to do it so soon after resigning?  That just screams, “I never really liked you in the first place.  Never did and never will.  Now that I don’t need you, you can go to Hell.”

Maybe one day Heather will learn what it means to be a friend.

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