The New Guy was already at my desk when I arrived at work this morning. He and Sophia were chatting away so I stopped to chat for a bit in the receiving area, hoping like hell he would give up waiting for me and leave.
It didn't work.
Dread filled me as I headed toward my desk. I knew exactly what this meant, The New Guy would be hanging out until it was time for the meeting, then follow me like a lost puppy dog into the conference room. My uncertain doom was sealed, I would most likely, from this day forward, be exiled just like him.
Naturally, everyone in the room began making comments the minute we entered. Some of the comments were about the meeting supposedly only being on Wednesdays. Some of the comments were about the meeting now starting 15 minutes later than what it had always traditionally started at. All ridiculous and obvious comments said to make The New Guy feel unwanted and uncomfortable. The comments ended up making me feel bad as well. I don't think I will be attending any more production managers meetings.
After the meeting I had emailed My Partner in Crime and asked point blank what the dates and start times of the meetings would be. Although he did reply back with the correct time, his response was sarcastic and mainly teased me about my "lover boy".
I'm so pissed off about this whole New Guy situation. He looks to me as a friend and confidant, I just can't be heartless enough to give him the cold shoulder like everyone else on the production floor already has. I would give anything to be a mean hearted bitch, but I'm not.
Which is the exact reason why I ended up having lunch with The New Guy when he asked if he could talk to me about a few things.
Oh My Fucking God I had lunch with The New Guy and everybody seen us leave together.
We ended up eating at the Chinese place, and he ended up spilling his guts about everything that has happened to him since the first day of employment on the production floor. He's looking to me for help in attaining acceptance from our peers, little does he know he has pretty much ruined my acceptance with them as well.
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You and the new guy, sitting in a tree... LOL!
As my Mom would say, "If they treat you like that, were they really your friends to begin with?" And then sometimes she would say, "You're way too young to be drinking...!" But that's a different story. at least you don't have the squeeky chair...
By the way, how was the Chinese food???
Rock ON!
Sophia and I had this same conversation on Friday! If I really were a part of the group, and they had any respect for me at all, they wouldn't be making me feel so terrible.
Then, I got back to reality, and said what the hell was I thinking? I work on the production floor, where, in all reality, I'm right back in high school with the cool cliques and the outcasts. I have to say, though, it does give for some interesting blog fodder.
And the chinese food.... it was pretty good. Aside from the tacky lanterns and the run down little restuarant, they've got pretty good grub.
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