UN-FUCKING-BELIVABLE!!!!

My luck is just for shit. I went to work today sad but at least feeling able to make it through the day. Then the unthinkable happened. Joe showed up and completely threw me off kilter. I felt sick to my stomach. I couldn't believe it. He was supposed to have traded shifts for the next two weeks.

I couldn't look at him. Every time I had to pass his desk I purposely looked the other way. He was just laughing and talking and carrying on with everybody else throughout the day like nothing has happened. That just made me feel worse. When 7PM arrived I ran out of there like I was being shot at.

How am I supposed to get past this when he is right there?! Acting like nothing has changed?! Like our friendship was so insignificant?!