My best friend and I met in the first year of university. We ended up in the same group, then we had one project in common, which kind of forced us to communicate, but we ended up having a lot of common topics and interests. By the middle of the first year we were inseparable. We tried to do all of our internships together, so that we were always in the same places. In the fourth year, on practice with the support of the curator, managed to get into one studio, which sewed dresses to order for celebrities, and from there was access and to foreign stars. This really appealed to me and my friend. Both she and I dreamed of getting out into the big world, seeing a lot, doing a lot and having time.
But at first we pined in the office, processing client requests. A small room was allocated for the office, where I, my friend, and two other newcomers could fit in. There was no particular way out, we had to have lunch there as well, and since this was the only official time in which my friend and I could chat, I suggested we go out of the atelier to the nearest park or cafe. So we started having lunch somewhere, out of the office.
Colleagues noticed that we disappear somewhere, began to question, they say, where are we going, whether there is good food, how expensive and profitable, compared with home food or buy in the store. And then one day one of our colleagues came to us with a request to bring her a portion of noodles as well, for the sake of it she would shift her lunch, having worked now and eaten later. Since she did not want to pay extra money for delivery, and my friend and I were going there anyway, we agreed.
We did it just once, and the next day there was already a crowd of people wanting a free courier. My friend quickly joined the others, constantly citing her busy schedule and inability to go out, or her stomach, which hurt. I was the only one left, forever loaded with packages from restaurants, and spent my lunch in another order of other people’s orders and food delivery to the office.
To resolve this issue, I decided that it was easier not to go out at all and not have lunch at all, or to take some fruit and nuts with me and that was it. Once again, there was a line of people who wanted to come, to which I said that I would not go to the cafe. Let them decide among themselves who will go, I did not get a job here as a food deliveryman, I am a future top designer.
The most frustrating thing is that my colleagues decided among themselves who will go out to get food, but they always refused me. That is, I was the only one to carry them a month and a half of food, and because of the refusal, they gave me a strike.
Even my once best friend.
