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I don't want to talk to anyone at work about The Lump. Even though I'm happy to blog about it to anyone who is interested I'm not at all interested in talking to 98% of the people I work with. Except maybe the yoga group, but that is because they will appreciate the mammogram position! And I'm closer to them than anyone else.
My work is incredibly problematic. A lot of the people are lovely, but a couple of people, too close to me for comfort, just can't be trusted. They've proved it so often. I am trying to get another job but there aren't a lot in my field. My attempts to leave my field have proved to be even harder than. It's not a bad enough workplace to make me run screaming, just enough that I have to practice staying calm a lot. The pay is quite comfortable, the work is ok, it's just these two. They are not finding out. If they tried to show any sympathy I'd be obliged to make waves by telling them I didn't believe them, and the worst possibility is that they would gossip about me or try to make out I wasn't fit for the work. They do try to get me into trouble with the big boss on a semi-regular basis, but they have made enough stupid mistakes that he, even though he's a fence sitter and wouldn't try to stop them in a pink fit, is at least sympathetic to me.
The rest of the staff, the ones that I like, I'd like to tell and show (at least the women) and screech in a humourous manner about how I've been stabbed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There's a hole in my breast!!!!!!!!!! I don't care if it's very thin and it was for my own good, that nasty doctor stabbed my breast!!
It doesn't quite so funny in writing and you'd have to know me for a while to know what sort of performance I can put on, but every one else I've done that to, I can assure you, has been left laughing.
