/lit/ - Literature

>when you move to a new city for a new job and rent a flat and start off optimistic and end up realising after one day that there's no chance of you ever fitting in with normies (as is obvious from your lack of any smalltalk with any workplace people, newer employees fitting in effortlessly, you skipping the Christmas and summer social events due to being an ugly loser, being treated with open disgust by all female employees, being openly disrespected in front of others) and you work there for just over a year and gradually realise you're the fall guy for other people to walk all over and then you desperately look for other jobs and then manage to get a better, more senior one in another city in a way that feels like you've been saved so you hand in your notice and then your job becomes pointless as your responsibilities are taken away and a few days before you move away you throw tonnes of stuff in the bins outside from your flat, including uneaten food (because you decided to move away at short notice) and all sorts of cutlery and plates you had to buy almost a year ago during much more cautiously optimistic times, when you thought you may have found a place that you'd work at for longer, and the large home office table you assembled while sitting on the floor has to stay put because you can't be bothered moving it and the bags of rubbish filled with big blocky items feels metaphorical somehow and you realise that you barely explored the city you'd lived in and had done all of your exploring in the first few months of living there and then found it totally not worth doing any more of it and stuck to your regular walking routes and had literally zero social life and the city centre always felt like some copy-paste normie haven and you think back to that late afternoon in autumn when you heard those normie Beckys at your job discussing the organisation of some Christmas after-party and you realised right there that there was no way you'd be at the company for long

>when you move to a new city for a new job and rent a flat and start off optimistic and end up realising after one day that there's no chance of you ever fitting in with normies (as is obvious from your lack of any smalltalk with any workplace people, newer employees fitting in effortlessly, you skipping the Christmas and summer social events due to being an ugly loser, being treated with open disgust by all female employees, being openly disrespected in front of others) and you work there for just over a year and gradually realise you're the fall guy for other people to walk all over and then you desperately look for other jobs and then manage to get a better, more senior one in another city in a way that feels like you've been saved so you hand in your notice and then your job becomes pointless as your responsibilities are taken away and a few days before you move away you throw tonnes of stuff in the bins outside from your flat, including uneaten food (because you decided to move away at short notice) and all sorts of cutlery and plates you had to buy almost a year ago during much more cautiously optimistic times, when you thought you may have found a place that you'd work at for longer, and the large home office table you assembled while sitting on the floor has to stay put because you can't be bothered moving it and the bags of rubbish filled with big blocky items feels metaphorical somehow and you realise that you barely explored the city you'd lived in and had done all of your exploring in the first few months of living there and then found it totally not worth doing any more of it and stuck to your regular walking routes and had literally zero social life and the city centre always felt like some copy-paste normie haven and you think back to that late afternoon in autumn when you heard those normie Beckys at your job discussing the organisation of some Christmas after-party and you realised right there that there was no way you'd be at the company for long