It’s Monday and I just realized something – I’m wearing the exact same thing I wore to work on Friday. Same tie and everything.
Normally – I’d freak out – I don’t want people to think I’m poor! But then I thought, “Actually, I don’t give a fuck.”
Because I just don’t care about what my coworkers think of me anymore.
And not because I don’t like them, it’s just that I end up spending so much time with my coworkers that they end up becoming like family.
So naturally I stop caring about them and start treating them like shit.
You know, like a real family!
I start noticing all the little ticks and quirks of everyone, and it drives me insane. I think things like, “I swear to god if Janet doesn’t get her fucking tuna salad out of the fridge I’m gonna throw that shit in the trash!” I also go out of my way to avoid any interaction with them, sending emails to people sitting right next to me rather than just leaning over, and asking them for their stapler.
This is why I don’t care that I’m wearing the same damn thing as last Friday. My coworkers are like family.
I enjoy them – sure – but I’d rather not have to actually speak words to them.