Chapter 4 – Extract 8 from The Paradise Induction!
“Look around you Chris,” he said, touching his glasses. “Look at them.” He scanned the office, not glancing at people, but through them with an expression as if a putrid odour emerged from each person.
“We’re not like these people,” he continued. “We’re different. Do you think that these people read the Financial Times? The Telegraph? Hmm?”
He turned to me, then continued examining the staff members. “No. Not these people,” he said. “More likely The Sun or The Mail. We’re different from them.”
All I could do was smile.
“Keep your head up Chris,” he said and walked on through the office to his desk.
It was as if he’d picked up on my discomfort, though my thoughts were nowhere near as condemning as his. The certainty was that the environment wasn’t for me. I quit the job to the manager’s surprise. He asked me to stay and offered a higher salary, but I knew. It just wasn’t the work or social life that I desired.