Resolving Interpersonal Conflict – Post #2

I was offered my first temp job by a colleague of my father’s upon completion of my GCE A-Level Examinations. This meant that I was going to work in the same workplace as my father. Boy was I excited! I relished the thought of having the opportunity to earn loads of money and was thrilled to finally get the chance to experience working life.

When I stepped through the office doors for the very first time, I felt pretty conspicuous. This could have been due to the fact that there were only three other Japanese working in the Singapore branch of the company, and also, everyone seemed to know my father, including the workers in the company’s factory place. I had to bear with this sensation of being watched whenever I stepped into the office. Hence, I was always on my best behavior and did my work conscientiously.

I started my first week of work full of enthusiasm and receptive to every single thing that was happening around me. Being stationed in the regional office department, my office was constantly bustling with all sorts of activity. I met many different people, many of them either coming from or on the way to conference meetings. To my delight (and relief at the same time), everyone was warm and friendly to me. Or so they seemed.

One evening, after getting off work, I was making my way towards one of the company buses when I saw a group of young engineers walking behind me. These guys were always staring at my colleagues and I during lunch break. Honestly, I found this absolutely disconcerting, because their expressions were not exactly very friendly.

As I was heading towards the bus, I could hear one of them speaking loudly in Mandarin: “Look at that girl in front. She thinks she’s daddy’s little rich girl, who always gets whatever she wants. It sickens me.”

They probably assumed that since my father could not speak Mandarin, likewise, I would not be able to comprehend what they were saying about me. Yet the idea of knowing that a stranger could harbor a certain level of animosity towards me was both saddening and bewildering to me.

The only thoughts that were swirling in my head were: What have I done to make this guy feel sickened about me? Should I just pretend that nothing had happened?

What do you think?

p.s. There’s a continuation to this story. Do ask me if you want to find out:)

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