Last night at work was awful. This lady insisted that I put too much mayo on her sub (when she asked for extra mayo). Well, instead of just leaving it there she exaggerated and insisted that I was rude (she tried to be nice to make the experience better – which was a load of crock), and that I acted like I didn’t want to be there and I was just so rude to her. I wasn’t rude, at all. I was very friendly and I was trying to be nice to her because she was so plastic and fake. If there’s one thing I cannot stand, it’s liars. Especially people who lie to my managers that could possibly get me in trouble.
I don’t want to give too much away about the second book, but Calliope experiences this trouble in Crimson Desire. It troubles her, too. Trust and friendship is left hanging in the balance because unlike my experience it’s from people that she knows, and it really upsets her that people could blatantly lie like that. Her friends and family outside of these parties try to assure her it could be a honest mistake, but she knows better.
She’s stressed out, however, because the liars in her life could tarnish her credibility and reputation (just like that horrid woman tried to do to me).
Have you had any bad experiences with liars, if so what did you gain from the experience and how did it shape your life?