one of the worst emotions that i can think of is injustice, specifically when the injustice is being done to you personally. to be accused of something that you did not do is a horrible feeling that makes this writer red-in-the-face, and even scores her a trip to the bathroom where she can hurriedly splash water on her face and try to make herself look like she wasn't crying.
it hits home that other people can really make your life miserable; regardless that your life's goal is to make other people happy. ok, so maybe i'm succumbing to a bit of martyr-dom here, but too bad, i've had a glass of wine and i'm feeling sorry for myself.
legalities complicate the matter when i know i could lose my license and job if this accusation turned ugly. however, i cling to faith in my coworkers, that they "have my back."
i didn't do it.
don't you believe me?
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