"Did you come here to shatter my Aleutians?"
So, my boss and I had The Talk today. I knew it was coming. The vibes were building, like the reverberating resonance of an approaching motorcade beginning to cross a bridge. He was stressed out about having to have it, but it wasn't as bad as he must have imagined, because it was becoming so obvious that I knew.
I make my coworkers uneasy. They aren't ready for me, and they might never be. I'm expressive, I'm opinionated, and I'm too open. They don't want to know me that well.
This is such a different world, I get so homesick. Monmouth County is so crazy and fun; I never thought it would seem so progressive, so alterna-wonderful, but in comparison, it does. It is.
It's going to take some real effort to make friends here. My usual pattern is to get to know my coworkers, and whichever ones I hit it off with turn out to be friends, and if I can stay in a place long enough, maybe even enduring friends.
Ain't gonna happen here. I'm a foreigner. I'm an immigrant to Squaresville. So, to make the transition peaceful, I need to be more aloof, more discreet, more distant.
The next place to look is my town. I like the people around here, but never make the time to hang out. I work so much.
Time to change things.
