There are a slew of people at work that I find hilarious, fantastic and a joy to work with and pass throughout the day.. and then there are 'the three.' They are always lumped together as one whole when I think of work. They are so different from each other, besides their similar interest in beer, sports, and weird sense of humor- their personalities, I feel, are widely different. Sometimes I wonder exactly how this bond was forged. It is tried and true, and even now with one of them gone, they are still three.
And for some weird weird reason, as a fly on the wall and for some random teasing interactions, I adore them. (not in a, 'hey isn't he the bees-knees..' kind of way) I speak of them and their idiosyncrasies with fondness. Despite having very different views and values from my own... I have a special place in my heart for them. I can't peg why, but it's there. If you ask me about work. If I have a story to tell, they will appear. I apologize in advance.
Dammit.
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