You know that pesky co-worker, the one who constantly barrages you with inane questions and can't seem to fathom that when you're typing, it means you're working? But then he or she gets transferred to another department, and without all that interruption, your days go so much sloooower, and you realize you have nothing to gossip about with co-workers besides, ugh, actual work.
If you worked with me at G*********, you would know who this is. Or these were. Yikes, tripthelightfantastic, there was more than one of them, now that I think about it.
Sigh.
O once pointed out to me that if we had worked together and the duo that was Mudra and Personal Alalay did not exist, it was highly unlikely that we would have become friends. And, if you think about it, not a lot of us at work could have become as close as we became. I, for one, like to keep my work life and my personal life separate, and I wasn't about to stay friends with those... recruiters. But there was a Mudra. And a PA. And Ms. Tapia. And a less-frustrating-but-still-annoying slew of other coworkers.
I guess that was one of the biggest problems of with accepting torture: the group I was in had been together from the old days when a majority of them were still contractors/casual employees, and they were so tight-knit that there really wasn't anyone who fit the role of the annoying coworker. I even wondered if this role was filled by me, because it was impossible that there wouldn't be one, but, nope, apparently they just loathed me for my ambivalence (oh, all right, loathed is inaccurate. Those people were too nice to have that kind of emotion. Maybe wary?).
Oh yes, that on-loan assignment to another group was the best thing about working there. Because suddenly, there was an annoying coworker that everybody couldn't stand. And she was a gift that kept on giving.
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