I have found my people, in spite of the Oxford comma

As an International Relations major, I always imagined I'd end up in government. Didn't think it would take me this long.

I found such a job in mid-2022. Lots of things clicked along the way. The job description fit my skillset to a T. During a nearly hour-long interview, I clicked with the people on the screen and the work described.

After a decisive but spectacularly poorly-planned move from Florida to the Washington, D.C. area, I embraced the new job, ready to dive head-first into the somewhat unknown. A couple of weeks later, I was featured as the employee spotlight on the internal bulletin, answering the question, “Tell us something no one knows about you," like this:

I dislike the Oxford comma with colossal passion and my sense of humor is my saving grace (though I'm not joking about the Oxford comma).

Notice the diss on the Oxford comma right then and there, yeah. That felt good.

What was even better was having fellow employees emailing me about it, to the tune of:

I know we haven't met, but my boss and I have long debated this subject. Anything you can do to help educate me on it?

That email and other chains were as rewarding as they were hilarious. At long last, I have found my people.

I MADE THIS IMAGE, BUT IT IS SO HORRID, I REFUSE TO CREDIT IT