This could end up being one in a series of entries, because I think that it would be way too much material for a single entry.
I spend a lot of my time at work, which has been the case for two years, as of October 2025. I don't work a typical 40-hour work week. Most weeks, I'm putting in between 65 and 70 hours. I don't mind it. I like the extra money in my paycheck. I prepare to work the long days that I do, by going to bed early. I wake up just before 4am, Monday through Saturday. I eat small dinners so that I'm not going to bed with a excessively full stomach. My breakfast consists primarily of a protein bar and some kind of 16-ounce energy drink. I usually eat breakfast at 5:30am, even though I have absolutely no appetite at that hour of the morning. I don't necessarily force it down, but in most cases, I'm not hungry at 5:30am. I've been eating that kind of breakfast for going on two years. It's become my normal.
I work an office job. For the most part, I tend to keep to myself and I do what I need to do, without assistance from anyone. I'm fairly efficient and independent that way. My immediate work group consists of seven other people, not including my supervisor. Of these seven people, I get along well with only two of them. As for the other five, I do not interact with them. I don't greet them. I don't talk to them. I avoid them completely. They might as well not even be there. They are nothing to me.
It wasn't always like this. The last work group I was in, going back to about three years ago, also had seven people and I got along with each and every one of them. I don't want to go corny when I say this, but while we weren't necessarily like family, we all interacted well and I could trust any one of them. As does happen with the kind of work that I do, turnover is very much a thing and gradually, one by one, each of those seven ladies would leave. Some transferred to different work groups within our office. Some transferred to different offices within the department. Some left the department completely. When all that movement was done and the dust finally settled, I was the only one left.
Eventually, each of those seven ladies (most of my co-workers are women) would be replaced. I say "replaced" only in the sense that new bodies had taken their places, but in all actuality, they were never actually replaced in terms of their work ethics, their personalities, and the warmth that they brought to the office environment. One by one, each of those previously empty cubicles would be occupied once again, but there was something missing. The people that were brought in were missing something. Something just felt off. I couldn't quite put my finger on it in the beginning, but as time progressed, things soon started to make some sense and at least to me, it wasn't good. Things haven't been good for a few years now. Without getting too wordy, I'll just say this.
Those five people with whom I don't get along are worthless. They are all of no value to me and I lose nothing by ignoring and avoiding them. Of course, I gain nothing by interacting or engaging with them either. They are just there and as far as I'm concerned, it's not a good thing.
They are just terrible.
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