Shit. This is bad. We just had the first of our daily stand-ups with the new team lead, and he’s trying really hard to make meetings fun.
I’ve been worried about this for a long time. Our old team lead simply pulled up the agenda and made us talk about what we did the previous day. I didn’t know about any of my coworkers’ pets, family, ambitions, hopes, or dreams. And we were all so happy. Now the new guy is asking about our weekends and waiting for us to answer. It’s a fucking nightmare man, I just want to grimace through the meeting and make it back to my cubicle to play Tetris.
I don’t have that many fun facts about myself and he keeps asking. Guess what Greg, my life isn’t fun it’s fucking miserable—that’s why I work in software engineering. And honestly, I’m starting to question the fun of these other facts. Having six pets isn’t fun Angela, it’s concerning.
I walked past the meeting room and saw him writing topics on Post-It Notes and dropping them into a bowl. Sure enough, later in the meeting, I had to reach my hand down and talk about my best time on vacation. I swear this man is going to absolutely crash morale with his attempts to make us mildly sociable.
I wore a Chargers shirt one day and I can’t hear the end of it. Every Monday I have to listen to another playful ribbing about Justin Herbert and Brandon Staley. I don’t even watch football, my aunt from LA just sent me the shirt for Christmas. If this jackass tries to take a genuine interest in something else from my life I’m going to snap.
At the end of the day, he’s just trying to be our friend. And that is something I absolutely cannot forgive. It’s not what I signed up for, it should be illegal, and I’m looking for a new job immediately.