Sometimes when my mind drifts I think about people and it always surprises me who pops into my head.
At my last job I had this coworker, she was sort of a mystery. She was the most professional woman I've ever met, also very quiet. I never heard her complain ever, but I also never really knew anything about her. She was always nice to me and I remember comparing myself to her and wishing I could be as stoic as she was. Somehow she seemed stuck in some middle ground not quite fitting into either of the two groups; the bosses/the brats.
She liked my cooking though, and I used to make excuses not to eat my lunch; like going out with the crew or bringing too much so I could give her my leftovers. I should also mention she never left her desk, always worked through lunch.
What was her story? Even if she never knew it she affected me and I still think about her.