Someone at my new job described me as having a “positive personality” which I find a little confounding, and somewhat hilarious, because if anything I’m the office bitch/a total debbie downer, she just doesn’t know me well enough and I’m still on my best behaviour because it’s my first second week.
I tend to make friends with two very distinct groups in new sitations: the mean girls because I definitely identify with them — and the longer I’m around someone, the more those characteristics tend to bubble to the surface, despite my best intentions, and the office tryhards, because I admire their work ethic, and we tend to mesh on that level.
I’m really good at reading people/situations and ingratiating myself into established groups, and despite my introverted nature, I can make myself appear to be quite outwardly social. If you’ve read Rosalind Wiseman’s Queen Bees and Wannabes, I’m The Banker in the grand scheme of social hierarchy.
I just need to avoid my usual path of self-destruction that comes from befriending the weakest link in the office. I can already see it happening.