I worked in my last office for 10 years. I can say that all those that I worked with except one, were friends.
I would have been there for any of them in a crisis outside the office. I associate with all of them outside business hours. I liked most of them.
But there was one, who made it a point to say, for all ten years, that she wasn’t there for friends she was there for a paycheck.
I think that was pretty sad. She and I had more in common than I had in common with anyone else at that office. But we were not friends.
Last year, I moved to a new office. It’s small. I have nothing in common with my coworkers. But my direct coworker is my friend.
Being someone’s friend is a choice.
When you spend more time with your coworkers than you do your family, I think it would be nice to be their friends, not just someone you share office equipment with.
Just my thoughts.
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