He would bring other girls into the club and I would watch them hanging out or, worse, making out and have to batten down my rage for the rest of my shift.
This was great for writing angry poetry on the back of band fliers, horrible for my mental state.
For her, it has to do with fostering career confidence: “There’s such a thing as having your ambitions too in sync with those of your partner.But what is dating if not a series of personal anxieties?It doesn’t matter if you’re dating someone in your field.Once I disentangled my feelings about my relationships from my feelings about my own work and career, I was more confident and could make clearer choices in both areas of my life.” I respect the point she makes, but I tend to think of the choice to date a co-worker as one made on a case-by-case basis depending on circumstances, career field (who would celebs date if they didn’t date each other?) and personal readiness, not by a moral imperative. When I was in college I worked at a nightclub — partially because I needed the cash and partially because I was dating a guy who also worked there. Well, because he was awful and I was 19 and didn’t know any better.