This is the house where I spent the first couple of decades of my life. I told D it is not as spacious as it looks. He laughed, but I hadn't intended to be funny.
My sense of alienation is pretty complete. I resent that I, as the newcomer, became the scapegoat. That my manager who "feels so bad" can't see that she could have both helped me, and expected that the complainers put effort into making a competent worker welcome. That eccentricity and social awkwardness are now sins too terrible to accommodate. That by encouraging complaint, she creates the very hostile work environment she claims to want to eliminate.
I'll get out, I'll find a place where I can be myself without being criticized, where my work speaks for me. Yes, this is defensive rationalization.
Oh, and Sky's amazing comment, commentary.