Colleagues

Last night after work one of my co-workers commented she would be waiting 45 minutes for a ride because her ride got off work at 9:20 p.m. and had to drive almost an hour to pick her up.
I wasn’t too tired, so I figured I could keep her company. Then another co-worker decided to stay with us.
The three of us where in orientation together, but this was the first personal time we had together in six weeks.
Because we stand in our tiny cashier cubicles the entire time we work and take breaks in shifts, we don’t know anything about our co-workers other than their first names and our common dislike of where we work.

Imagine working somewhere for six weeks and not knowing anything about the person who works 6 feet from you.