I just came back from an out-of-state conference. I attended it with several coworkers, all nice folks. Being a lone wolf, I made sure to have my QT and take care of myself. But I also socialized after-hours…because that’s also a part of traveling for work. Bonding with coworkers and your supervisor is important. So the first two nights, I hung out alone but then made a concerted effort to hook up with other people.
The first night, I went out with two coworkers and my boss. We went to a diner (my choice). Everyone except for me ordered beers. (I’m not really supposed to drink, but even if I could, beer just isn’t my thing). They are all aficonados, so there was a lot of discussion about beer. I listened as much as I could, but I couldn’t even think of an intelligent question to ask. So I just waited for the discussion to drift as I sipped my water and smiled pleasantly.
Non-surprisingly, the conversation drifted to dirty jokes. The other female was the biggest font of them, but the other two guys–especially my boss–were in on the game too. But me? I don’t know any dirty jokes. And while I consider myself a funny person, I’m not a joke-teller. So all I could do was laugh or pretend-laugh. Some of them were disgusting and unfunny, but since I wasn’t telling any, I felt like the least I could do was be a good audience.
Second night: a bunch of coworkers and a couple of other guys that we’d just met at the conference. Everyone was a guy. Married, with kids. There were concurrent conversations going on since the crowd was large. I sat in the middle, listening out of both ears, waiting for a chance to weigh in on something. But I probably only spoke once or twice the whole night. Either the topics were something I didn’t know anything about, or I just couldn’t get a word in edgewise.
Third night: all of my coworkers, including the boss, but minus the one other woman (so there were six of us). Lots of beer-drinking, scat and sex humor, and military talk (everyone knows someone who’s been in the Marines, it seems). It seemed like whenever I’d get my thoughts together enough to chime in, this one coworker would do this annoying thing when he’d point out a non-funny double-entendre in my phrasing and it would interrupt my train of thought. I’d finally spit out what I wanted to say, and then the conversation would kind of continue on…without me.
So now that I’m back at home, I’m relieved it’s all over. It was so tiring, trying hard to be cool and yet falling short. But I don’t know what I could have done. I’m not a guy, I’m not white (yes, it matters), I don’t drink, I don’t tell dirty jokes, I don’t know anything about the military, I’m not extroverted and quick tongued, I don’t have a significant other, I don’t have children. So does this mean I’m a boring person?
How do you perceive the quiet person in your midst?