Handwritten Journal
Months into my first big boy job, the next step of industry acclamation and societal domestication was presented to me; company barbecues. Free food. Coworkers and their families. Door prizes. This company’s parties were well done as was my self-consciousness.
I was so afraid of how I would look being the only one there without a significant other, but that did not stop me from considering the petitions for my attendance.
Free food, Andrew.
