What surprised me most was that no one seemed particularly resentful—like working was a chore and they’d rather be anywhere else. On Earth, it would have been an entirely different story. There would be someone having a full-blown meltdown in the break room, another bitching about the team-building exercise booked outside work hours, and one more Googling the best sites to sell worn boxers and become a millionaire. It was tough going, but somehow, I’d managed to perform all three of those roles in my last place. Beefy Buns owes me a promotion.
