A taste of my work situation

Last weekend, I cut 6 inches off of my hair. For those who are measurement challenged, that's roughly the length of your hand. No small amount.

This week, I spent over 50 hours with my coworkers.

Not a single person asked me whether I'd cut my hair or noted any difference in my appearance. NOT ONE. Not even the female associate that I work with on practically an hourly basis.

So that should give you an idea of how much people at my workplace care about their coworkers on a personal level.

At least we all pretend to be friends...