I Hate When Good Things End
A job I'd had a few years ago was probably one of the most enjoyable for me; not because of the job itself, but because of the people I worked with (I hated the job itself). There was a woman there who I clicked with instantly. Later down the road, she told me she knew she and I had similar backgrounds. It was a nice idea that someone could see me and think "kindred." I think more often, people just see "awkward" or "weird." I shared things about my life that I never told anyone else and she [i]got it[/i]. Because she had similar experiences.
There was another woman who just thought I was hilarious. Hey, if a Brit thinks you're funny, you're funny. That's what I say anyway, but that's apparently not widely agreed upon. 😁
I would sometimes think that I should just keep to myself and not burden them with interaction with me and awkward conversation. They sought me out though. Even once their shifts ended, they stayed around a while to talk and hang out. That was new to me. It was nice having people in my life who appreciated talking and laughing with me. Also that they had my back when others tried to give me grief meant a lot. I defend myself and stand up for myself. They stood up for me too, though. New to me.
Camaraderie was new to me. I really miss it. But opportunity can't be passed up just because you have friends. When one of them got another job offer, a better one with the pay and respect she deserved, she had to take it. Understandable. I left after she did. It's hard to stick around somewhere after a friend isn't around anymore. However badly it sucked before, it's even less bearable after they're gone.
There was another woman who just thought I was hilarious. Hey, if a Brit thinks you're funny, you're funny. That's what I say anyway, but that's apparently not widely agreed upon. 😁
I would sometimes think that I should just keep to myself and not burden them with interaction with me and awkward conversation. They sought me out though. Even once their shifts ended, they stayed around a while to talk and hang out. That was new to me. It was nice having people in my life who appreciated talking and laughing with me. Also that they had my back when others tried to give me grief meant a lot. I defend myself and stand up for myself. They stood up for me too, though. New to me.
Camaraderie was new to me. I really miss it. But opportunity can't be passed up just because you have friends. When one of them got another job offer, a better one with the pay and respect she deserved, she had to take it. Understandable. I left after she did. It's hard to stick around somewhere after a friend isn't around anymore. However badly it sucked before, it's even less bearable after they're gone.
