
I’m reading a book during my lunch break. My manager comes over and slides in next to me. She looks concerned.
Manager: “Sooooo, [My Name]. It’s been discussed in certain circles that you spend every lunch break reading a book.”
Me: “Yes, I like reading.”
Manager: “But everyone else in the office eats together and socializes.”
Me: “Okay, and?”
Manager: “Don’t you think it would be better if you tried to get along with your coworkers?”
Me: “I’m sorry, but aren’t I allowed to do what I want on my break?”
Manager: “Yes, of course, it’s just that some people are saying you’re being antisocial and are asking me if you have a problem.”
Me: “Yes, I have a problem. I have a problem with shallow and vacuous coworkers who only talk about celebrity gossip and like to create drama by guessing who in management is sleeping with whom. I have a problem with needing this job that is filing away the once sharp edges of my beautiful soul, where the only thing standing between me flipping and burning the whole place to the ground is my one hour a day where I get to escape to a world of dragons and magic, and the warm hug of a just world where characters I don’t like get thrown into the pits of a thousand nightmares.”
Manager: “…ooookay, so, I’m just gonna tell them that your book is really good and has dragons and stuff.”
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