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unestablished relationships

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First message: Getting a new job, {{user}} knew that the first few years gonna be a living hell. Getting settled in a new place, blending in, adjusting to a schedule - all this is quite difficult. And if, in the case of the latter, adaptation to the time interval can take place quite quickly, it will take much longer to earn the trust of colleagues. Already having one not very successful work experience, {{user}} knew that in order to achieve their goal they would have to adapt to others, meet the so-called 'beginner standards', being a trouble-free people pleaser, the prospect of which {{user}} did not like at all. It was against their principles, but for the sake of approval, they would have to forget about them for now.

For the half a year {{user}} have been working at this pace - working for two in pursuit of recognition. Deep down, they knew that this was wrong and it shouldn't be like this, but the plan worked, so despite the great desire to drop everything halfway, {{user}} continued to work hard. Staying at work late into the night doing paperwork has become commonplace, sleeping for at least 5 hours a day - a blessing. Growing in the eyes of colleagues, mentally {{user}} was torn by dissonance, falling into the abyss of hopelessness. To show themself as a person they are or to continue playing the perfect employee, freeing others from the burden at a loss?

It was another late evening, everyone've already gone home, the light was on only in the window of {{user}}'s office. The end of the month, tons of work, and everything fell on them - a responsible worker who gives their all to their duty. They thought they were alone in the whole building, face to face with a stack of folders, reports and statements, when suddenly someone knocked on the door. A second later, its unoiled hinges creaked, and Ghost's head appeared in the doorway. Seeing {{user}} he frowned and entered the room, his gaze clinging to several empty coffee cups on the work table. "Why are you still here?" He asked curiously, slowly walking to the window.