Five more weeks, five more weeks.
This semester is not ending the way I thought it would, and it's basically because someone I thought was a huge friend of mine is actually a huge bitch.
It's a long, immature story. If you're interested, here it is:
So I have a friend, whose name is also Sarah. She and I have been hanging out more this semester. I never saw it as a friendship that would last past college, because she tends to make most conversations about her, but we've had some fun this semester, and we helped each other out with a class project. I even let her tag along to the Pittsburgh 250 Fireworks with Nate and I because she didn't have anyone to go with.
So fast forward to last Monday, the day before the election. Sarah and I were at work for the live newscast that happens twice a week at our TV studio. It was sometime during this newscast that someone in our department, who I'm pretty sure is D. but it's never been "officially" confirmed, received a text message from Sarah's phone. I've never been told the contents of this message, but I've heard it was something nasty, telling D. that she sucks at life and her column sucks or something like that.
Sarah said she did not send it, so the powers that be are saying that someone went through Sarah's bag, which was in the TV studio office, and used her phone to send the message.
Sarah thinks I sent it.
Now obviously I didn't, otherwise I wouldn't be bitching about all of this here. And the fact that Sarah accused me of this really, really hurt me. She and I had been developing a pretty good friendship over the course of the semester, or so I thought. I realize now that she had basically been using me as someone to bitch to about her shitty love life. She also used me once or twice for my car.
Sarah had been blowing me off that whole week and it took me until Thursday to figure out why. I told our mutual friend Lauren about the whole thing, who insisted there was no way Sarah could think that about me. When she asked Sarah about it, Sarah said she "couldn't think of anyone else who could to it." Excuse me?
I went to one of my bosses to ask if he knew if Sarah had accused me of this. He said he didn't know. I was crying, I couldn't help it. He suggested I call her and try to talk to her. So I did call her, and she never took my call or called me back.
I can only think of one or two reasons why Sarah would think I'm the one that did this, and none of them are strong enough to make her accuse me of this, in my mind. First, although I was working the newscast, I hadn't been given a task to do that day, so I was in the audio room working on the next day's election show in ENPS. Second, if the message was indeed sent to who I think it was sent to, Sarah thinks I sent it because this person and I don't have a good history. D. was my roommate last semester, who talked constantly and never left the room. D. and I never fought or anything like that, but I did complain about her to my friends, such as Sarah. I've also said mean things about D.'s column in the student newspaper (because it really does suck -- the writing is pretty good but the topics she picks are just dumb) to friends like Sarah, but once again, never to D.
These reasons aren't strong enough, in my opinion, for Sarah to think that I would invade her privacy and use her phone to send a message like that, but Sarah's a fucking bitch.
I finally talked to her about it this past Monday, a week after it happened and four days after I realized she thinks it was me. I asked her why she thought this. She never came out and said she thought it was me specifically, just that she couldn't trust anyone who was working down here at the time. I told her I thought we were friends, and she said "so did I." She accused me of trying to make the whole situation about me. I asked her to realize that her actions hurt me, that the fact that she would think I could do something like this to her hurt me. She said that she's the one who has been hurt. I finally had to get up and walk away, because I realized that she was never going to realize what a bitch she was. I asked her if, after this discussion, she couldn't at least cross me off of her list of suspects, but she said she still didn't know who did it.
I cried, a lot. Nate has been unbelievably good and comforting throughout this whole thing. Now I'm just into pissed off chick mode. I haven't spoken to her since, and since she probably will never apologize, it's doubtful I'll ever speak to her again.
As far as finding the person who did do it, well, they haven't yet. They were relying on the security camera placed outside the office where Sarah's cell phone was when the message was received. But security has looked at the footage and they didn't see anyone go in the office during the time the message was received. So Sarah is now going to call her phone company and find out what time the message was sent. If the message was sent during a time when her bag was in a public place with no cameras around, I may never be cleared in Sarah's mind.
I don't think Sarah has accused me to our bosses; I think this is something she has just kept to herself. I know that even if she did, my bosses would never accuse me without proof, and one of them did see me crying about the whole thing. I don't know if Sarah told D. that she thinks it was me. Frankly, I don't see Sarah as the victim in this whole scenario the way she does; I see D. as the victim, and D. has been better about this whole thing than Sarah has. D. is still talking to me normally, and I have been going out of my way to be nicer to her. Not that I was ever mean, I'm just not a warm and fuzzy person to most people.
So that's that bullshit story. It's pissing me off because Sarah is in my social group, and we have a lot of mutual friends that neither of us talk to when the other one is talking to them. I feel like I'm back at Hill and people are writing nasty things in my algebra book or on my friend's college application again. Only this time I'm not the victim, I'm just the wrongfully accused.
It's a long, immature story. If you're interested, here it is:
So I have a friend, whose name is also Sarah. She and I have been hanging out more this semester. I never saw it as a friendship that would last past college, because she tends to make most conversations about her, but we've had some fun this semester, and we helped each other out with a class project. I even let her tag along to the Pittsburgh 250 Fireworks with Nate and I because she didn't have anyone to go with.
So fast forward to last Monday, the day before the election. Sarah and I were at work for the live newscast that happens twice a week at our TV studio. It was sometime during this newscast that someone in our department, who I'm pretty sure is D. but it's never been "officially" confirmed, received a text message from Sarah's phone. I've never been told the contents of this message, but I've heard it was something nasty, telling D. that she sucks at life and her column sucks or something like that.
Sarah said she did not send it, so the powers that be are saying that someone went through Sarah's bag, which was in the TV studio office, and used her phone to send the message.
Sarah thinks I sent it.
Now obviously I didn't, otherwise I wouldn't be bitching about all of this here. And the fact that Sarah accused me of this really, really hurt me. She and I had been developing a pretty good friendship over the course of the semester, or so I thought. I realize now that she had basically been using me as someone to bitch to about her shitty love life. She also used me once or twice for my car.
Sarah had been blowing me off that whole week and it took me until Thursday to figure out why. I told our mutual friend Lauren about the whole thing, who insisted there was no way Sarah could think that about me. When she asked Sarah about it, Sarah said she "couldn't think of anyone else who could to it." Excuse me?
I went to one of my bosses to ask if he knew if Sarah had accused me of this. He said he didn't know. I was crying, I couldn't help it. He suggested I call her and try to talk to her. So I did call her, and she never took my call or called me back.
I can only think of one or two reasons why Sarah would think I'm the one that did this, and none of them are strong enough to make her accuse me of this, in my mind. First, although I was working the newscast, I hadn't been given a task to do that day, so I was in the audio room working on the next day's election show in ENPS. Second, if the message was indeed sent to who I think it was sent to, Sarah thinks I sent it because this person and I don't have a good history. D. was my roommate last semester, who talked constantly and never left the room. D. and I never fought or anything like that, but I did complain about her to my friends, such as Sarah. I've also said mean things about D.'s column in the student newspaper (because it really does suck -- the writing is pretty good but the topics she picks are just dumb) to friends like Sarah, but once again, never to D.
These reasons aren't strong enough, in my opinion, for Sarah to think that I would invade her privacy and use her phone to send a message like that, but Sarah's a fucking bitch.
I finally talked to her about it this past Monday, a week after it happened and four days after I realized she thinks it was me. I asked her why she thought this. She never came out and said she thought it was me specifically, just that she couldn't trust anyone who was working down here at the time. I told her I thought we were friends, and she said "so did I." She accused me of trying to make the whole situation about me. I asked her to realize that her actions hurt me, that the fact that she would think I could do something like this to her hurt me. She said that she's the one who has been hurt. I finally had to get up and walk away, because I realized that she was never going to realize what a bitch she was. I asked her if, after this discussion, she couldn't at least cross me off of her list of suspects, but she said she still didn't know who did it.
I cried, a lot. Nate has been unbelievably good and comforting throughout this whole thing. Now I'm just into pissed off chick mode. I haven't spoken to her since, and since she probably will never apologize, it's doubtful I'll ever speak to her again.
As far as finding the person who did do it, well, they haven't yet. They were relying on the security camera placed outside the office where Sarah's cell phone was when the message was received. But security has looked at the footage and they didn't see anyone go in the office during the time the message was received. So Sarah is now going to call her phone company and find out what time the message was sent. If the message was sent during a time when her bag was in a public place with no cameras around, I may never be cleared in Sarah's mind.
I don't think Sarah has accused me to our bosses; I think this is something she has just kept to herself. I know that even if she did, my bosses would never accuse me without proof, and one of them did see me crying about the whole thing. I don't know if Sarah told D. that she thinks it was me. Frankly, I don't see Sarah as the victim in this whole scenario the way she does; I see D. as the victim, and D. has been better about this whole thing than Sarah has. D. is still talking to me normally, and I have been going out of my way to be nicer to her. Not that I was ever mean, I'm just not a warm and fuzzy person to most people.
So that's that bullshit story. It's pissing me off because Sarah is in my social group, and we have a lot of mutual friends that neither of us talk to when the other one is talking to them. I feel like I'm back at Hill and people are writing nasty things in my algebra book or on my friend's college application again. Only this time I'm not the victim, I'm just the wrongfully accused.