Also a problem is that I have nothing in common with the other people who work there. They're mostly young Asian girls, who are so different from me, that to them I might as well be from another planet. There's no common ground at all. Some are friendly, but a few simply ignore me, as if I didn't exist. The other morning, as I was leaving, I said good-bye to the oncoming dayshift, only to get a stoney silence in response. I got no eye-contact from these girls, instead they stared into space, like the dead-eyed fish you see lying on the ice on a supermarket counter.
Here's the link to my art blog: http://darryl-cunningham.blogspot.com/