A friend of mine knows it’s just been confirmed I will be made redundant at the end of the month.
Today, she writes: “Did you have a nice weekend?”.
Now is there something wrong with me, that no, I DIDN’T have a nice weekend, when I know I’m about to lose my job of 23 years? Does everyone else manage to put things like that to the back of their mind, and go out and have a lovely time? Am I abnormal for being sick with worry?
Or is it a damn stupid question? I honestly can’t tell any more, if she’s completely clueless, or if I’m just looking to pick faults with anything. Is it a harmless question? Or idiotic? What kind of answer does she expect?
“Very nice, thank you, apart from the throwing up, and not being able to spend any money, because I don’t know where the next lot is coming from”?
For those here who’ve known me some time, it’s the same friend who has a bit of a history of such remarks. The same who, when lesions were first found on my brain, said: “Oh, but you mustn’t worry: I’m SURE it’s nothing!” All very well-intentioned, I’m sure, but how does denying the bleedin’ obvious help me?
Am I unreasonable for getting cross? Haven’t told her I’m cross, but sitting here silently fuming, wondering what kind of weekend she expects I would have.