It’s something I cannot pinpoint, but it is there.
I never felt a part of the work team, nor a part of anything there at the office.
Sure, some of you invited me to parties and lunches, and early on I accepted. But you all just talked about your job and about people I never heard of. I was the Token One.
I was never brought up to speed or into the fold. So, I stopped accepting invitations.
I never felt I could use the coffee maker. (I did once or twice, and the kitchen fell silent while I brewed a cup or two.) I never felt it was OK for me to use the microwave ovens, nor the refrigerators.
You made me feel all that belonged to you, and to you only.
That’s part of the reason I don’t venture into the kitchen much any more.
©Dear Colleague and all works within.