Random Esquire

I saw Instigator today for the first time in over a month. We used to see each other daily but since the onset of a telecommuting policy, we find ourselves in the office together only one day a week. With the holidays and time off, our days in the office did not coincide in December. Last week, on the phone, Instigator noted that it had been at least a month since we’d last been seen each other. I exclaimed, “What kind of Work-Girlfriend are you?”

I shall now detail the complexities of my work relationships.

I have previously mentioned that I have a Work-Wife. She also happens to be the person I referenced in this entry – (the one with whom the sex would be good but she’d yell at you afterwards). To be clear, no sex is being had…these names just stem from my previous assertion that my job is like bad sex. I work with her closely and she sends me a great deal of work. Hence: Work Wife.

I call Instigator my Work Girlfriend because she doesn’t send me work and we don’t discuss work. We don’t just mix work with pleasure, we skip the work all together and go to lunch. I look forward to time with Instigator whereas I have to spend time with Work-Wife. Make sense?

Then, there’s the Italian. The Italian and I are buddies. We discuss women, antics, and a lot of things we might not otherwise discuss with someone else. He’s a good guy. I explained to The Italian my complex dating names in the office. I thought he might be impressed. Not so. He said, “Well?”

I thought, “?”

He said, “Who am I? What am I?”

So now I’ve got a Work Life Partner.

[Edited to Add:  I should be clear...nothing romantic is going on with any of these people.  I just use the names to describe my relationship with them.]