In one of my first jobs out of school, at a tender 25 years old, I found myself at a firm with no career ladder and a particularly demoralizing, tyrannical boss. Every morning that I walked from my house to that job, I was wretchedly miserable. My one glimmer of happiness was a smart, funny peer—let’s call her Sarah—who became my instant friend. We were in the same unhappy boat, at a similar level in the organization, and I seized on our lunch breaks as prime opportunities to vent my gloom and misfortune with someone who I knew would understand.
When you complain, you’re not endearing yourself to anyone.