It’s not that I’m being hazed. My co-workers are kind and helpful. But they’re above the surface, so to reach one, I have to stretch my arm up blindly and hope I’m grabbing at the right person and that they have time to come hang with me under the sea. And even when they do, I can tell from their eyes that they don’t really have time, that every minute spent orienting me is one where something else might be blowing up just out of sight. And Arjun’s right: everyone here is operating on partial information.
