When I started working at my company, there was something that was very strange for me. It wasn’t the commute, although that was nuts. It wasn’t the automated coffee machine, although that did have its unusual quirks. No, it was the fact in my office, everyone seemed to be nice to you and treat you right.
I kept waiting and waiting for the other shoe to drop. I kept flinching for Boss Lady to say something nasty to me, but there were no gripes coming (save for the “smart women” thing). She would tell me that I was doing a good job, as would the other editors. People would laugh at my jokes. They would listen to my input about projects. Boss Lady and Sprite would have me join them for coffee every morning. The nastiness wasn’t showing.
One night, as I was driving home, I told this to SH. … Read more