I don't mind "team" because I think we are just that - we have a common objective and each have a role to play to achieve it, and ideally work together to get it done well.

But if you ever tell me "we're all a family" at my workplace I actually will speak up, though not before vomiting in my mouth a little.

I expect that as colleagues we treat each other with professional respect and courtesy, and that begins with acknowledging the limits and boundaries of a relationship where the foundation of it is nothing more than having a common entity pay us for our labour. We definitely don't just have to be robot workers, we can be compassionate and caring towards each other and sensitive to our shared humanity. But the bonds of affinity or duties of care toward one another look like those between you and the dude you serve twice a week when he comes in for lunch (slash the person who serves you at the place you go for lunch twice a week), and not like those bewteen you and sibling or stepkid or great aunt.

My co-workers are not family. I will not sacrifice my personal desires or plans or goals for people I work with or work for, and I don't expect them to do that for me. Because they're colleagues, and that's not how workplaces work.