Part 2
Some of my memories are coming back with regards to this family party next week that I definitely don't like.
The one in question this time doesn't seem to relate too well, but somehow needs to come out now. It was the first -- and only -- time that I was involved in a business lunch.
It happened while I was working as an accountant. The partners had come up with the idea hoping to build some kind of camaraderie between the supervisors and their underlings, so for a week, one day and one group at a time, they took us out to a Bertucci's not that far from the office for lunch.
Two things went wrong immediately. First, I was expecting this to involve a client and maybe some kind of issue that they had. That didn't happen. Second, on a personal scale, I never ever really felt comfortable with the other members of the staff...but at the time, since I felt nobody would understand, I really had no outlet for the still-persistent worry that somebody in the group was certain to hurt me while I was there.
Since this worry was there, was very strong, and wouldn't go away, I looked forward to it like one would look forward to a root canal, and the trip was a disaster. Nothing bad happened during the lunch, but I wanted to run away the whole time, and by the time we got back to the office I was a train wreck. I managed to get back into my cube before I finally collapsed into tears for 15 minutes solid, and that broke out before my supervisor could reach me to tell me how to log the time on my electronic time card.
When he saw what it had done to me, he had no choice...he went to one of the partners and basically said to him, "The next time you want to do this...either don't do this, or leave David out of it."
It was never tried again. Which was fine by me. But I've never really been able to work around the problem issue stuck in my head that the world is out to get me. The Huffington Post Good News is helping a little bit, but we're talking one steep uphill climb considering how long the feeling has been there, and it's disheartening at best.
The one in question this time doesn't seem to relate too well, but somehow needs to come out now. It was the first -- and only -- time that I was involved in a business lunch.
It happened while I was working as an accountant. The partners had come up with the idea hoping to build some kind of camaraderie between the supervisors and their underlings, so for a week, one day and one group at a time, they took us out to a Bertucci's not that far from the office for lunch.
Two things went wrong immediately. First, I was expecting this to involve a client and maybe some kind of issue that they had. That didn't happen. Second, on a personal scale, I never ever really felt comfortable with the other members of the staff...but at the time, since I felt nobody would understand, I really had no outlet for the still-persistent worry that somebody in the group was certain to hurt me while I was there.
Since this worry was there, was very strong, and wouldn't go away, I looked forward to it like one would look forward to a root canal, and the trip was a disaster. Nothing bad happened during the lunch, but I wanted to run away the whole time, and by the time we got back to the office I was a train wreck. I managed to get back into my cube before I finally collapsed into tears for 15 minutes solid, and that broke out before my supervisor could reach me to tell me how to log the time on my electronic time card.
When he saw what it had done to me, he had no choice...he went to one of the partners and basically said to him, "The next time you want to do this...either don't do this, or leave David out of it."
It was never tried again. Which was fine by me. But I've never really been able to work around the problem issue stuck in my head that the world is out to get me. The Huffington Post Good News is helping a little bit, but we're talking one steep uphill climb considering how long the feeling has been there, and it's disheartening at best.
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