This was the exact thought I spent the last few minutes trying and failing to put into words.
Any time I’m around coworkers, I’m being judged. That’s how social interaction works. In this case, that judgment will affect whether or not I continue to have my job. I cannot relax and enjoy myself when my ability to buy food and pay rent is at stake.
Probably through the trauma-bonding, I became good friends with many of my coworkers and we’d occasionally hang out, sans boss.
So it wound up hurting on a surprisingly emotional level when a round or two of burnout chased off so many work-friends I’d known for years. We’ve all been so busy at our respective jobs now, it kinda sucks.
because hanging out with your co workers or boss still feels like work, and work sucks and is alienating
This was the exact thought I spent the last few minutes trying and failing to put into words.
Any time I’m around coworkers, I’m being judged. That’s how social interaction works. In this case, that judgment will affect whether or not I continue to have my job. I cannot relax and enjoy myself when my ability to buy food and pay rent is at stake.
This 💯
Not to misuse a term but it essentially feels like continued masking, it takes mental effort and is absolutely not relaxing.
My yearly work dinners with the company owners feel like a hostage event
Say the wrong thing, be unemployed for years. Sounds like a great time.
Probably through the trauma-bonding, I became good friends with many of my coworkers and we’d occasionally hang out, sans boss.
So it wound up hurting on a surprisingly emotional level when a round or two of burnout chased off so many work-friends I’d known for years. We’ve all been so busy at our respective jobs now, it kinda sucks.