It's been a tedious couple of weeks and there seems to finally be a break in the proverbial clouds and the sun doth shine through. I've managed to bond with the departmental director. Oh yes, oh yay, I'm now friends with her.
Not best-ies mind you, just friends.
Most of this project has felt like I'm alone but surrounded by others. Sadly the group itself hasn't gotten much better. The fact that half the group is self-serving and ready to step on anyone's toes at will in order to get ahead of all the people sat within three feet of them doesn't foster comrade in arms affection. This project has brought the spirit of competition to the foreground of life here at Christeby's. This does make for a greater sense of being sequestered.
Lastly, I'm still sat beside The Voice most days, though now we're much more at ease in each other's company. (Shock! Horror!) No, I am not such a small-minded person that I can't be professional, I just would rather be sat next to Afghan Hound, Cocker Spaniel and Golden Retriever.
So, after watching sections of my personal life go up in flames yesterday I've done just that. My sexless-in-the-city quartet has been there for me while I quietly research obscure British artists away from the loud shouts of, 'I found another one!' coming from the bank of computers near my table in the room. The feelings of isolation that this project has fostered are subsiding even though I'm doing far less talking.
Maybe sometimes the things that matter most need to be left unsaid and instead, just felt.
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