Years ago, I sat next to a pathological liar at work. It was really stressful, but it became a little easier once I knew she was always lying, and that I should just never trust anything she said. When we didn't believe her stories, she would throw a tantrum and bang around, even mock hitting her head on her workbench. She was extreme. It must have been very frustrating to her when she was telling a random truth, because eventually, no one believed anything she said.
When she left the job, she took me aside and apologized for all the trouble she'd caused, saying she was checking in to a hospital for treatment of bi polar disorder. She told our bosses she was leaving to go to Romania to help the orphans. She probably did neither of those things.
After she left, lots of lies she'd told came out. She told me one of our coworkers had made a pass at her boyfriend, and she told that same coworker I had made a pass at him. Even these many years later, I still remember the drama and trauma she caused.
Maybe that we didn't believe her was why she left. She no longer had an audience. We weren't fun anymore.
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