The first day back at work was pretty intense. I had to explain to everyone what had happened, that being the cover up of me slipping and hitting my head. Everyone was bombarding me with questions and I had to figure out convincing enough answers for them and remember to tell the same story to the next person asking.
I despise lying, I’ve never liked it and never will, not even innocent white lies. It just doesn’t sit right with me. Needless to say, I felt quite disgusted with myself for lying to everyone, but what choice did I have? If I’d told the truth, I’d probably be at the psyche ward right now. Hell, I should probably just go in case if I’m imagining all of this.
On top of that, I had to tell everyone that I’d be leaving soon. Of course, I couldn’t tell the truth on that either.
