I was always puzzled by this one coworker – quiet, plain, invisible. We used to joke that her whole life was just her cat and the TV. Then came her last day at work. We said our goodbyes, and the director, with a serious face, asked, “Do you even know who she is?” Turns out, she wasn’t just some lonely lady. Her name was Ms. Ionescu, and she worked in our accounting department. She sat at the far corner desk near the copier. Nobody ever visited her. She brought the same sandwich every day and ate it while reading a paperback novel. Always wore beige. Always nodded politely. Never joined the lunch group or the birthday cake chats….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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