Never have I been more aware of not being ‘one of the boys’ than I am right now. There is a pool match at the pub, arranged between the two male members of IT and two other people from the company. As it’s not unusual for the whole IT department to go out to the pub at lunchtime, I assumed that when they asked me what I was doing for lunch, that I would be welcome, so said I would come with them. The response was ‘Oh, we were going to ask you to cover’. Gee thanks boys.

For months now I’ve been feeling like I don’t really fit in with the pair of them. They talk endlessly about football and are very cliquey together. Whenever I join in the conversation, or make a suggestion, it’s like I’ve not even spoken.

I’m not generally this sensitive, but I’ve been feeling like I’m in a team of one for quite a while now, like I’m not part of the IT department, and just happen to share an office with them.

My boss is not in today, and if she were, we would have all gone together. But I’m sat here on my own. I’m not going to pretend I’m not hurt, because I am.

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