Yesterday’s conversations revealed how poor of a cultural fit I really am at this job. I grasp at the straws trying to find things in common with people here while trying to retain whatever I remember of being myself. Somehow it reminds me of being back in college.

I wonder if they sensed that I am unhappy here, and that’s the reason they decided, unasked, to give me more money. Super nice of them, and I am not complaining, but it’s one of those rare cases when money doesn’t solve anything. Maybe it will be enough for a short trip somewhere, but I am past the phase in my life where I am able to stop, clear my head, and think.