"Hello, Scott," Hannah says, in a deep, fake voice she and I both use when greeting each other. "Hello, Hannah," I reply, in the same deep, slightly stupid sounding voice. We do this almost every time we see each other walking the halls of the office, or during lunch, in one of those silly workplace rituals that seem to spontaneously blossom when a bunch of strangers with essentially nothing in common but their chosen profession are shoved together into a building for eight or more hours a day.
Most of us don't really know each other, but we figure out ways to pass the time: maybe the familiarity of the same jokes makes us feel more comfortable, the nicknames and the little rituals smoothing the way between us so the strangeness of the situation seems a little less lonely.
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