My first job was actually pleasant. Everyone was nice and tactful, save for a tiny few. But I would soon find out that this was a crippling illusion since I naively thought that most jobs would have this exact exuberant atmosphere. Then came my second job, where I was working with people who had been in and out of prison. Everyone was an absolute maniac, downright sadistic, except for the Bulgarian immigrants who were a cheery and level-headed lot and one or two of my own who were okay. This shattered the illusion, and nowadays I'm wary (and probably overcautious) every time I start a new job that the gang mentality and abusive behaviour will rear its ugly head once more.