There is this guy in my (soon-to-be-ex) company that I am totally in awe of.
For the wrong reasons, of course.
Please let me gripe. I don't have much more to gripe about, having only 9 working days left in this company.
Anyway...
In my three years here, I have spoken less than a dozen times to him (if not less). That amounts to less than 5 times a year. Somehow I think this figure is overestimated and optimistic. It is probably 5 times over the past 3 years, sans the times we nodded heads to each other along the corridor.
Basically he sits in his cubicle from 8 to 5, doing his thing quietly,not talking dumb dumb refusing to talk to anyone. Even when you bump into him along the corridor to the gents, he looks at the ground and avoids eye contact with you. Nobody knows if he exists or comes to work. I think nobody notices!
The first few times, I was not used to it. "What's up with this guy?", I thought.
People come and go out of your life, sometimes fleetingly. But he is truly the quietest and least communicable human being I have come across in my whole life. And he is supposed to be some Excel genius whatmore.
In an office environment, I guess I have to accept that colleagues will remain colleagues, or "friends who happen to be colleagues" or even better (cynically, of course), "colleagues who happen to be friends". Even so, the next person sitting next to you is a human being. You have to talk to him or her. Even if its about some dumb topic like Ronaldo's latest masquerade or Malaysian politics, but at least it gets the throat vibrating.
I really wonder how some people can sit next to other people around them (talkative ones whatmore) and still be able put on a convincing performance of The Invisible Man.
And no, in case you are wondering, its not the 40-year-old-virginal Englishman I blogged about in my old blog.
For the wrong reasons, of course.
Please let me gripe. I don't have much more to gripe about, having only 9 working days left in this company.
Anyway...
In my three years here, I have spoken less than a dozen times to him (if not less). That amounts to less than 5 times a year. Somehow I think this figure is overestimated and optimistic. It is probably 5 times over the past 3 years, sans the times we nodded heads to each other along the corridor.
Basically he sits in his cubicle from 8 to 5, doing his thing quietly,
The first few times, I was not used to it. "What's up with this guy?", I thought.
People come and go out of your life, sometimes fleetingly. But he is truly the quietest and least communicable human being I have come across in my whole life. And he is supposed to be some Excel genius whatmore.
In an office environment, I guess I have to accept that colleagues will remain colleagues, or "friends who happen to be colleagues" or even better (cynically, of course), "colleagues who happen to be friends". Even so, the next person sitting next to you is a human being. You have to talk to him or her. Even if its about some dumb topic like Ronaldo's latest masquerade or Malaysian politics, but at least it gets the throat vibrating.
I really wonder how some people can sit next to other people around them (talkative ones whatmore) and still be able put on a convincing performance of The Invisible Man.
And no, in case you are wondering, its not the 40-year-old-virginal Englishman I blogged about in my old blog.
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