It would appear that I am a Billy no mates. Almost everybody has gone out for what I am assuming is a Christmas meal; at least I think it is, because I wasn’t invited. Not everyone was invited, but those people had already gone out for a meal a couple of weeks ago, so I was left sitting here with the people you would have thought would have accidentally not been told about the meal, and me.
So now I am left to thinking, I must be as popular as these other people, I thought (mistakenly obviously) that I wasn’t too bad to get on with, but it turns out not. Oh well, I will just have to have my own Christmas party.
This has made me disproportionably upset; after all I hate my job. And the main reason for that is because I hate the people I work with. Up until now I thought I was doing a good job of hiding this and working with people.