It’s not that I don’t like my job. Actually, if I was in high school I think I’d absolutely love it.  It’s just a really weird adjustment, and it doesn’t help that the only people I can seem to hold a conversation with are the managers. I had the longest conversation yet with one of my fellow employees tonight:

Him: So what school do you go to?

Me: CNU

Him: Oh. 

Me: Yeah…I graduated from Westfield.

Him: Oh! That’s cool. I go to Westfield. 

And I’m just like…

It creates this awkward divide that I’m right in the middle of. When I’m with the high school kids (and they are REALLY the cream of the crop. They remind me of the loaders that we hired/fired in truckloads at ACE) it’s: 

Then there’s the late-20-somethings with some sort of superiority complex who like to treat me like I have absolutely no life experience (granted I do understand that they’ve seen/done more than me, they just seem to have this idea that I’m far more naive than I am.) I start feeling more like:

Anyway. You’re welcome for this rant-y gif-ful post about the fact that I can’t make friends. Deuces.