Picking up from last time –
One more thing that didn’t bode well in my favor was that this was an office that liked to do stuff together. They liked to go bowling and whatever else. For the first 3 or 4 weeks I was there, I didn’t have my apartment yet. So, I was always staying on other people’s couches, or in hotels, or wherever else.
I was often going to different parts of the city, and trying to accommodate other people’s schedules. I was exhausted enough just trying to figure all that out. I wasn’t settled in my life at all… And I didn’t really feel like going out – especially because I wasn’t particularly pleased with my job or my decisions in taking it.
Of course, that wasn’t the fault of these people. Still, I didn’t have a huge desire to hang out with these work people after work. I thought it shouldn’t matter. Work is work. As long as I’m there and willing to work during work hours, that should be enough, right?
I don’t know that it was. My boss would make comments when I didn’t show to things. She didn’t make it seem mandatory that I go, but she was disappointed when I didn’t have the team spirit or whatever to go out with everybody. Eesh, office politics can be so exhausting sometimes, huh?
And yet, even though things were totally not looking good, and I wasn’t all that super happy, I stuck with it. (Did I mention desperation yet?)
Speaking of desperation, I am kind of mortified at the lack of morals this story is about to show.
And this is where I’ll pick up next time.