2004-02-23 - 3:21 a.m.
Workguy: You know what bugs me about coworker X?
Me: That she's a crazy bitch?
Workguy: Well yeah. But also, she has this weird obsession with my personal life. She's always asking why I don't have a picture of Esther on my desk, or why I don't bring her to those stupid work functions that no one else brings their significant others to either...
Me: So basically, she's asking you if you're gay.
Workguy: Yes. And if I've made Esther up.
Me: So you live with an imaginary girlfriend. Or maybe she thinks that Esther is your own female alter-ego, with whom you're having a passionate narcissistic affair.
Workguy: Yes! When I go home, I *am* Esther! AND SHE'S *BEAUTIFUL*! *ESTHER* IS *BEAUTIFUL*!
Me: Yes! And popular!
Workguy: Yes! *All* the boys love *Esther*!
Sigh. These are the small moments that keep me from hurling myself out the window at work...
