Maybe. Just maybe.
There is always a reason for concern when things become a bit too… nice at work:
—Big Boss bought me my favourite food for tea-time. It was delicious, but I felt awkward all the same.
—Boss 1 leaves me alone. Phew.
—Boss 2 aka Mr. Intimidator gave me an encouraging pep talk. Even if the ‘encouraging’ part lasted only two minutes – “Don’t be shy to ask for overtime lah…”, and “I don’t believe you don’t have a boyfriend!”
—Boss 3 requests me to get some tasks done. Politely. And then… “Why don’t you blog for our website?”
—Getting books. For free.
—Relatively nice colleagues with a good sense of humour.
(Yes, yes – I have a lot of bosses. I think. And Bosses 1-3 are not always that nice. So.)
All that makes it more difficult to walk away, sometimes.
That is, unless you think of the mediocre pay, late nights, unpredictability, lack of holidays, security concerns, various other restrictions, centralised Antarctica-like air-conditioning system, having to jostle for good parking spots, Macs that hang thrice a day, etc.
Sigh. Will I ever get my dream job?