I have seven co-workers in my office. I know you think I work alone, but I get help. Or, ummm... I share space with some others. Sometimes they help, and sometimes they're just out for fun.
There are the angstgrrls... Sometimes they gossip and share stories about going dancing on the weekends. I always feel left out of these conversations about weekend fun, but I admire their sass and how they thrive on being "different." The knitted-in-knots, felted girl is a lot like me. She has some bulges and old wounds that have been felted over by wear. She has great hair (which I don't have, but I admire hers). We have lots of great conversations, and then she just tosses her hair around like Willow Smith or something, and her life is all better again.
Then there is Raggedy Ann, who has been through so much and always smiles. She isn't very smart, but she is kind. I like her. She had some trauma once in the attic, but she survived. Next to Ann are the two lovely, pouty, naughty girls an old friend made me hire.
As you can see, one of these girls is trying to jump down off the basket...
Who knows where she's going. Maybe off to eat the frozen blueberries or to push Scrabble letters into the couch cushions downstairs.
Who do you work with?
