Music:"They Won't Go Where I'll Go" by George Michael
I'm still not good with office parties. It feels like high school all over again: too many cliques. There's the Russian-speaking clique. There's the Chinese speaking clique. There's the "on loan from India" clique. There's the management clique. There's the management-wannabe clique. There's the documentation clique. And then there's me. Over two years on the job, and I'm still the young one, the goth, the rogue. After all of my work, I still don't seem to fit in with my co-workers. They always want something from me: information, an assignment, a mission, etc. It's been a while since I heard someone say "How are you?" on the job. After 7pm, I'll be gone for nearly three weeks. Frankly, I won't be missed. I'm counting the seconds until I get the hell out of here.