I miss my old job.
Wait, let me amend that statement. I don't miss anything about the actual work that I used to do, but I really miss the people that I worked with.
In my previous life, I was the only female member of a 14-person team of telecommunications engineers. There was a whole cast of characters: the super earnest, super nerdy guys who actually got excited by the prospect of building a SONET network and discussing mathematical theory; the super annoying guys who had no social skills; the super trendy guys who had somehow blundered into the job and had little interest in anything besides going out, maintaining their wardrobe and buying luxury cars; and the super inept managers who tried (and failed) to keep it all under control.
Some of you may remember The Fetus, Carlvette, EnRon, and Dan Halen (yes, his name was actually Dan Halen - go ahead and Jump!, Dan.)
There was never any shortage of ball-busting, name calling, shit stirring, or gossip. There was always someone to go to lunch with. There were always stories, good ones, about people's personal lives. There were daily pranks (vomit cup, anyone?) and weekly happy hours.
At Dream Job, everyone keeps to themselves. I can go for an entire day without actually talking to someone, and if I get a little hyper and (gasp) make an effort to socialize, my efforts are met with a polite smile/nervous laughter/look of confusion.
Maybe I can convince some of the guys to become social workers. Isn't work supposed to be a little fun?
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2 comments:
I can relate. I went from a job in a 300-person office, where I was actually friends (ie hung out together on weekends) with some of them to a new job with only 8 people that don't socialize. It's like I work in a morgue.
i had a similar experience a few years ago (web tv department). in my desperation for anything resembling social contact, i reached out to a few people that i might not have normally thought of as "friend material", and let me tell ya, i regretted that decision until i quit (abruptly), leaving no forwarding information not long after.
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