Maybe I Like It Here

Maybe I Like It Here

I didn’t expect to like this job.

Not really.

I thought it would be another temporary stop — another polite smile, another mask to wear until I could quietly find the door.

But lately… there’s something shifting.

I’ve had okay days.

Then a couple of good ones.

There’s been quiet. There’s been chat. There’s even been banter across the office.

I’ve started laughing without checking who’s watching.

My manager doesn’t say much — she’s not the warm and chatty type — but she thanked me for my work. Handed it back with a smiley face once. Gave it back to me to finish. That meant something.

I’m still nervous. There’s a meeting in the diary and the spiral still waits at the edge of my thoughts. But for now — I’m okay.

I’m not scanning the exits as often.

I’m not flinching at emails.

I’m starting to feel a little less like I’m being watched, and a little more like I belong.

And the scariest part?

I think I actually quite like it here.

And maybe, just maybe…

it might like me back.