office space ally

my friends are pretty special. the closest ones always are. you have to be a rare breed to have ever called me a best friend and mean it. it indicates that we have somehow connected on a more personal plane and we relate in our own special untouchable indescribable way. i was just mentioning friendships based on food and potty jokes. this is definitely one of those occurrences. ally and i met at work, the same office in fact, in the break room eating. yes, we two, it was meant to be. i remember shoving a huge bite in my mouth and looking over at the only other crack skinny girl in the office. we hadn’t ever really spoken before. i don’t usually speak. much. to people. especially at work. but we happened to be the last two at the table… still eating. we bonded in a mild way. i don’t remember what was said but it was brief and with a mouthful. the next time i remember ally was at the holiday card photo shoot. ahh yes. that was a lovely day. the sexy goddess with all the arms had hired a photographer to shoot us for a company greeting card. oh joy. ally particularly stood out as the homely girl that couldn’t smile. christina kept saying pretty obnoxiously, “okay! you can smile!” i could feel the awkward tension in the dusty warehouse filled with crap boxes of more crap. “okay, smiiile!!” the photograph was taken and i remember thinking, aww this girl is trying to smile. that’s how much her life sucks. she can’t even muster a fake smile. i felt bad for her and let it go. who could be truly happy about where we were and what we were doing. noone wanted to be there. except the HJIC and he’s always well, kind of happy. anyway, the next time i had a run in with ally, was at the company holiday dinner party, at some restaurant i can’t remember. i walk in late as usual and the HJIC waves me over to their table, “come over here debbie! sit here next to ally!” i make my way over to the table of people desperately trying to drink away their consciences. i sit. i smile. i try to be friendly. this is a big deal for me. i don’t really do “friendly” well although i can blend like a champ. this gets me by. my blending. but if i must blend tactfully, i shall fail gloriously. i need to stop here. to be continued…