Commiseration!
Syah went on, “I liked her, right from the start. Chook was good to people. The first day I came in, she spent the whole morning getting to know me. None of that corporate crap about favorite bands or shared commonalities, either. She wanted to know the way I liked to work, what things drove me nuts when other people did them, how to know when to distract me and when to leave me alone, things like that. By the end of the day it was like I had been there for months.”
“Yeah.” For a moment I was tempted to call him out on the ‘corporate crap’ part — Syah had a little bit of a chip on his shoulder about the folks paying our salaries — but I decided to let it slide. “Chook was great at getting along with everybody. And she meant it, too; you can tell when somebody cares. Guess that’s why she went into net interfacing.” I swigged my own beer. “That, and how nosy she was.”
That got me a grimace from Syah. “That was a little weird, yeah. I didn’t think Chook meant anything by it, and I know you have to know everything to interface properly, but she lived the life, huh?”