my cute co-worker
we take the same subway line to work each day. he takes it downtown, i take it uptown. in the morning i catch him crossing at the corner, wrapped in a scarf and hat, peeking out at me, giving me a little wave.
the words "can you come by my office for a minute?" are music to my ears.
the e-mail messages that say "great article!" are food for my ego.
he stops me at the coffee machine and talks about his family. he's been all over the world. i think i could listen to him tell stories for hours, and i would never feel that familiar wrench of disappointment, of anger, that this person is not like me after all.
i suppose anything that brightens up my otherwise dreary work days is a good thing. and you better believe that i am gung-ho about that company trip for a chance to sit outside at night, and perhaps a chance to tell him some stories of my own.
Tuesday, January 4, 2000
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