Haul ass and just go, as far as possible.
Yes, so, new year, new plan, new job, new coworkers, new….oh wait no…not exactly. It might be new faces, but somehow the pace which things are done, the disorganization, the lack of standards on their part, the lack of interest, lack of connection, lack of me wanting to even make an effort on my part.
I thought first impressions could be wrong, I thought I was still jet lagged and disoriented, except not.
I dislike my coworkers right off the bat.
I dislike the fact that I have to dumb myself down or to appear especially ‘engaged’ at work and ‘sociable’. I hate the fact that it is assumed that everyone is assumed to be ‘settled’ in whatever stages of their lives and content. And most frustrating: common grounds, none found.
I thought I would have more time, I could buy myself more time until summer, until I’ve figured what I’m going to do – because usually, as in previous times, it takes around 3 to 4 months before the afterglow of traveling to wear off and I become agitated because I then can no longer stomach anymore of this general stupidity.
Alas, this time, honestly, right off the bat I stepped off the plane I knew it was a mistake, even with the job contract. However, I also knew I couldn’t stay in Europe, at least not yet, so I came back – and now I face the consequences of my actions…
And so, this new chapter written in the tunes of reverse-Psychology motivation begins.
I just hope I don’t lose my mind before I get out of here.