Contributed by Rebecca Ang
Oh my God, that girl from accounting is walking straight towards me. Oh, what is her name? Is she the one on my team or is it the other brunette with the bangs? Why do they both have bangs?
Am I supposed to say hello? Look past her? Look at the floor? Do I ask her how she’s doing? What if she asks first? What if we ask each other at the same time and the awkward jinx thing happens? Neither of us will know when to say we’re doing fine. Will we have to say it at the same time?.
Or even worse, what if we say ‘how are you’ like we’re singing a round, one right after another?
“Hihowareyou?” stumbles out of my mouth.
She is already two feet past me, the wind from her pistachio green wool cardigan stinging my fragile cheek.
That was my first week at my new job. Now that I’m in my sixth week, I feel like she and I really understand each other.