Much soriety-style squealing, air kissing, hugging, and giggling ensued in the basement hallway at work this morning.
And I was part of it.
I'm not the soriety squealer type; however, the former coworker who saw me is. She has always greeted me in this annoying fashion. Even when we saw each other daily.
And for some unknown reason, I reciprocate. Every time. Even though I make fun of this silliness in others.
To make matters worse, she was accompanied by three of her new co-workers. Two of them must have been sorority sisters in their former lives, because they joined in, and we became an air-kissing, ear-piercing, frenzy of a spectacle.
Number Three was obviously a Lady of Discernment. She hung back. At least until I said, "I don't know you, but you're not getting off without joining in the melee."
After we hugged, squealed, and air kissed, someone introduced us.
It was then I realized we did in fact know of each other. Just this week we had actually skyped several times in the course of performing our respective jobs.
I would like to say the lightbulb of recognition lit up her face a little slowly because she was in dire need of caffeine. I would also like to say the hallway was blinding by the end of the second phrase of my brief intro.
However, in our uncaffinated reality, our path remained dim--right up until I spoke the very last word of the final phrase.
Hi, I'm Mary Lou--the 2K PCC...The Troublemaker.
Finally. I saw the lightbulb light up. It was less than instant recognition maybe--but recognition, none-the-less.
My troublemaking reputation preceeds me.
