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rhythmaningThe other night, I went for a drink after work with a couple of colleagues. This is actually quite a rare event, since with our complexes offices being miles from anywhere, usually people just head off home.
But circumstances of travel meant the A, E and I found ourselves propping up the bar in the Cumberland.
We talked about a lot of things, mostly about how fucked up work is, and how we cope with it, and what we think our colleagues.
A said how she doesn’t let people get too close – which I thought was quite a “close” thing to be sharing with someone she doesn’t know – and how she tries to keep space between herself and different people.
E said “Awesome!” a lot. (He is Canadian.)
Then today, another colleague explained how she had missed a plane yesterday, which meant she hadn’t seen her partner, and that had made her cry.
I thought this was the sweetest, most precious thing I had heard in a long time.
She also gave me a peck on the cheek as she left work this evening – not something many colleagues do.
Close can be good.
But circumstances of travel meant the A, E and I found ourselves propping up the bar in the Cumberland.
We talked about a lot of things, mostly about how fucked up work is, and how we cope with it, and what we think our colleagues.
A said how she doesn’t let people get too close – which I thought was quite a “close” thing to be sharing with someone she doesn’t know – and how she tries to keep space between herself and different people.
E said “Awesome!” a lot. (He is Canadian.)
Then today, another colleague explained how she had missed a plane yesterday, which meant she hadn’t seen her partner, and that had made her cry.
I thought this was the sweetest, most precious thing I had heard in a long time.
She also gave me a peck on the cheek as she left work this evening – not something many colleagues do.
Close can be good.