Is it wrong that I miss my old work friends? I did spend an entire year of my life with them. Giving them my all – bleeding, sweating, and crying… literally.  We were a gang of chicks, like 20 of us… it was a MADHOUSE.

I shared everything with these women, from advice to a bed – long, non-salacious story, involving a mix up at a hotel and conserving company dollars.  I even let my fave co-worker, salivate AND fantasize out loud about my boyfriend.

So when I was put on the chopping block, you’d think there’d be some kind of revolt, some kind protest, something… not so much.  Or maybe that’s what all the missed phone calls and ignored emails were about.

Maybe they just got the rules mixed up. You’re not supposed to be mad at me you dummies, you’re supposed to be mad at the man! You’re supposed to be ignoring the boss for stabbing your girl in the back!

But I know that’s crazy talk for Crazytown.  While I was making nice with my girlfriends, honey… Girlfriend was making nice with the boss.

So every time I get a pang of office-space nostalgia, I must remind myself: There’s no such thing as real friendships in the workforce.

Damn! I might need to fake it one last time, cause somebody’s gonna need to grab my 1980′s Campbell’s Soup mug from the office kitchen. My mom’s gonna be pissed when she finds out I borrowed it.