Two of my coworkers will occasionally invite me out to lunch, but only when they’re going somewhere weird and they know I’ll say no, like to a Vietnamese place or a restaurant whose specialty is lamb kabobs…so I almost always decline.
Today they asked me if I wanted to go to Firehouse Subs. I said sure. They immediately backtracked, saying, “you really don’t have to” and “no pressure, really, it’s cool”.
AND THEN THEY LEFT WITHOUT ME.
WTF. I said yes.
Instead I went to Panera by myself and got some broccoli cheddar soup and a tuna salad sandwich, which are pretty much my Depressed Lunch, so if you ever see me eating it, you might want to ask me how my day is going. Because it’s probably in the shitter.
AND THEN. Just now, someone told me that our team’s happy hour tonight is cancelled. Which is totally fine and doesn’t impact my Friday night plans at all, since they never invited me in the first place.
I give up.