Sizzle Says

It seems that honesty and its nemesis, lying, are my blog themes for the week.

If there is one thing that never fails to offend me, it is lying.

Take this chick who was working the summer at our office. She has a Princess Complex which means she doesn’t do any work but pawns it off on others but then tries to make it look like she did it herself. She has a problem with arriving on time or staying for an entire shift. This one day she was supposed to arrive at 9am for a staff meeting. She never showed at the meeting. Come 10:00am I am in her office area meeting with some volunteers and her desk appears undisturbed. She has clearly not been in the office. Come 10:30 when I am passing back by her desk, she’s there looking like she just arrived (Computer not yet turned on. Purse and keys out on the desk.). I ask her where she had been since technically I was her supervisor I had every right to inquire. She says she was there, at her desk. I look at her with my head tilted, curiously. “Really? Because I was just here thirty minutes ago and you weren’t here nor were you in the mandatory meeting.” She then goes off on some tangent about being downstairs in the parking lot and how she didn’t know how to get up from the parking level to the building. Excuse me? How dumb do you think I am? Monkeys could figure out how to get up in the ELEVATOR. And didn’t you just say you were “here”?

Um, yeah. That shit don’t fly with me.

It’s worse when someone you love lies to you. Especially when you have made it explicitly clear that lying is an unacceptable deal breaker to any good faith you might have. Especially when you have, time and time again, said that you would rather hear the truth, no matter how painful, than be lied to. Lying to a person is insulting and disrespectful. And really, what’s the point of lying when it all comes out eventually? A person can’t keep up their lying forever. Don’t those people get fucking exhausted by it all?

If someone lies to me whatever trust I had in them disappears. The hardest part for me besides how painful it is to lose trust in someone you care about is that I begin to doubt my OWN judgment. I wonder if I am a fool or maybe too gullible. I become guarded and closed off. I hate being guarded and closed off.

It makes me wonder what you think of me when you pull that shit with me. Why is it so hard to tell the truth? Or have integrity? Does being a person of character not matter to anyone anymore?

“A girl, a boy, a hell/Like thieves we are/All in love/With stolen hearts/And we all fall down/And fall apart for love…” -Thieving, Lovedrug