Outcast
Someone once said that prejudice is a burden that confuses the past, threatens the future and renders the present inaccessible, but it was hard for me to process who would ever choose to find what I found. I did think people here were different: no prejudice, no assholes at all. I was wrong. It looked like I was a kind of outcast among my colleagues and managers since I didn't even receive my Secret Santa gift. Well, they didn't invite me either. I was just alone at reception while everyone else was having fun at the canteen, eating and exchanging gifts.
I really thought it was the beginning of something new, but in reality, it was not. Maybe it was even worse than what I was used to. Then I conferred my rejection to people's closed mind and immaturity, but now... there was not immaturity at all. At least, that's what I really believed.
Clara throwing shit to Katy Perry because she knew I loved her, my boss almost at the point of throwing me out, not receiving any gift at all made me guess that wasn't the right place for me. I didn't want to be there anymore. What or who was keeping me there? Unfortunately, I needed my money to pay my rent so I couldn't quit it all immediately. I needed to find another job in order to feel comfortable with other people but especially... with myself.