If you work remotely, with the rest of your coworkers in another state, unless you insist on video chats every week, you could go for months without hearing another coworker’s voice.
On days when I think about quitting, there are a lot of things I know that money could buy.
Being the only person of color in the workplace is a sensation that’s hard to describe.
Everyone is nice, but no one really talks. We all move like silent worker ghosts, quietly muttering “excuse me” when we bump into each other in the kitchen.
Normally, we don’t talk about work. Our conversations are limited mostly to mutual complaints and pointed inquiries as to whether or not any of my other sisters are in the room to talk on the phone as well. This visit, things were different.
When I was invited to a dear friend from college’s bachelor party in New Orleans—a six day affair over Memorial Day weekend—I said yes without thinking, scouring Southwest.com for a $300 ticket and quickly Venmo’ing $200 for an Airbnb.