So, my coworkers just brought me a cake. At 11 AM, because that's when it fit their schedule, and they made sure to tell me that. Still, it was nice for a second.
Until they asked me what my plans for the weekend are. Um, my plans are, I took tomorrow off because I have 2 appointments for my son. I thought I did a really good job of just spitting it out and saying nothing more, didn't try to fill in that dead space humilliating myself. And of course, they started chatting about the next inane thing. And when they looked at me again, I asked for an update on a project someone was working on. Really lame, but again, decent diversion tactic.
Also - very proud of myself for not throwing up. Still have a very painful knot in my stomach. Oh, well, if that's all the damage I'll take, I say I got out of it in pretty decent shape. And, yes, I know I sound like a totally unappreciative b*tch. That's life in the fast lane.
Also - now that I've left the room, I can hear them guffawing from two rooms away. Keep thinking, of course, because I'm a self-centered b*tch, that they're laughing at me. Yep, time to go hide in my hole again.