Co-worker

She sits in the corner absorbed in her task.  Her round bottom amply cushioning her body on a chair made of wooden slats that creaked with movement.  Her curly brown falls across her face as her nose wrinkles and rumples, as if aware that it fell, and she responded with nose movements, not willing to set her scissors down to deal with the nuisance.  I feel like I can see through her sometimes.  Out of the goodness of the heart people speak and it's too easy to read the subtext.  I see the battle you face with authenticity and the demons in your head.

She is one of those people who when you meet them first impressions are everything.  I thought she was funny and clever, but as the day turned into days, and the hours turned into a vortex of time that I stopped paying attention to, she began to annoy me.  In the beginning she was hilarious, full of impersonations and voices.  Oh man her New York Dad impressions complete with accent and body movements cracked me up, but her material eventually ran out.  Sometimes when she would repeat stories, or if a new person came to join the group I wondered if she also noticed how little she truly had to say.  No matter the content she seemed to feel the need to talk, all the time.  Silence seemed to scare her, and in the beginning we all participated in her conversations, but after a while I think we all became tired of our own voices, so we ended conversations, or were slow to respond, social niceties died and eventually we ignored her.  She still talked, she would bribe the dog with crackers and treats seemingly just to have a conversation buddy, a warm body that still responded to her.