I am a consultant of a consultant. We work on their client's work site.
I am thevyoubgest of a team of 5, and last to have arrived. At the beginning, I thought we were jockingly all teasing each others. Now, I feel like I'm the main target of their increasingly mean mockeries.
They make fun of me for strictly following my dieticiannary diet and not going out to eat anymore.
They asked me to stop take my electric racket to the bathroom. The women bathroom is infested with mosquitoes, some women completly stopped going because of that invasion. The client and consultants from other companies thanked me for killing a bunch of them, but now, I only dare to take my racket in a bag and not show it anymore. Plus I only take it when I go take a shower in the morning after coming to work on my bike.
They told me to stop overdoing it when I arrive super sweaty, drips rolling from my forehead, after biking for only 20 minutes.
They laugh about the bakeries I bring in for free sometimes. Last time it was homemade macaroons. As they were eating them, they made fun about how it looked like I had fallen on my way there.
Rules change constantly. Sometimes I must not give task in the reports to people who weren't at the reunion, sometimes I must. Sometimes I must just broadcast the first report and work on the planning afterwards, sometimes I must put the planning in the first report. Its not a question of context, they are the same reports every week.
Sometimes I'm overwordy, sometimes I am not wordy enough.
I feel like, in most work-related cases, it's just a question of point of view. Like : my coworker likes to write thing like X, I prefer to write them like Y, none of them are better or worst, literally the same informations are convey, and the client dont have anything to say about my way of writing things. But because I am his consultant, my coworker wants me to bend to his preferences, and consider mines as mistakes. And he makes fun of me for them, joined my my other coworker.
I am getting sick of being constantly laughed at for breathing. I haven't brought any bakeries since the macaroons even though I adore making them. I haven't share with them anything about my hobbies and points of view since they asked me when I intended to grow up and finally become an adult (I do LARP). My stomach hurt everytime I announce being done with a report. I can't go on holidays without fearing my comeback. I like my position, I like the project, I like the salary. But I don't want to be laughed at anymore…