(Be warned - this is just me venting/whining to get it out)

Once again, I woke up this morning with a knot in my stomach and a queasy feeling.

Yesterday, I spoke with another former coworker about what's been going on (and what happened to her). It seems there was/is soooo much more to the story. And it seems that I was, in part, the victim of just not being liked by another coworker (or two...). It's ridiculous. I thought I had left high school quite aways behind me. But no, adults are playing petty bullshit games that are destroying peoples lives.

I want this to be part of my past already. While I know this will always bother me in some small way, I dream of the time when I can once again greet the day with joy and anticipation. When i don't dread what new information will come my way. When I don't go over and over and over the same events. When I'm actually happy again.

*sigh*

I know that this too shall pass. I'm trying hard to believe that justice will be served and that the backstabbing, two-faced vipers will be punished. I do believe that things happen for a reason. I just can't figure out what this situation will bring...