She came home upset and grumpy again. Work was okay but not office life. She was not able to make friends there. Actually she was not allowed to make friends. Already a group of team mates existed who pretended to be the thickest of pals forming an almost impenetrable gang. She tried to participate in their conversation time each time she heard them laughing and talking in the hallway, but her intrusion was never taken kindly. She was as smart and with same brand sense of humor if not better. She never deserved to be in this socially challenging situation.
The shared apartment she returned to was a mess too. She was greeted with the gathering of shoes at the entrance. The problem with staying with four strangers is that no one wanted to clean. She left her shoes in the middle of the carpet. If no one cares to change this pig sty then why should she.
Now within hours the daily cooking drama of sorts will start. Each room-mate on her designated cooking turn pretends to be either sick or occupied with urgent work issues. Every one liked to comes up with excuses. She thought how she on the other hand was very regular with cooking on her turns, missing her turns if she was eating out.
The stab of pain hit her heart at this thought; she really picked up an ugly fight with people she used to go out with her. She ate the least and still the bill was equally divided between all, small amount of money like this amounted a lot over the time. Just because she put her thoughts in words she was cut off from the group. Suddenly the invitation of the outings started trickling.
She ignored the mess around her and the cornflakes on the carpet that she could feel under her feet and logged on to the networking site to tell a better story.
