My first day at the company began with a sandwich I was far too nervous to eat.
I had arrived ahead of time, located my desk, met my manager, and smiled through so many introductions that my cheeks hurt.
By lunchtime, my stomach had twisted itself into knots.
And when the break room doors swung open, I stepped straight into a wall of sound.
Groups had already settled in. Laughter, private jokes, people leaning over tables as if they had known one another forever.
I stood there clutching my lunch bag like a child on her first day at a new school, looking around for a place where I would not feel like an interruption.
Every table was occupied. Every group had its own rhythm, and I did not belong to any of them.
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