A Real-Life Episode of the Twilight Zone
It was Tuesday morning and I was sitting at my new, yet oddly familiar cubicle desk with my eyes bouncing back and forth between my two monitors.
On one, I was watching a 20-minute video on cybersecurity for the second time this year (mandatory training for all new-hires). On the other, I was chatting on Microsoft Teams with a few co-workers who I hadn’t talked to in a couple of years. They were excited that I was back after a relatively short stint with another company.
As I leaned back in my chair with both hands behind my head, I heard a woman yell out in a raspy Southern accent, “I don’t believe it. My little buddy!”
It was my old friend Susan. She was now 50-something years old. She’s your typical sweet, 5-foot-1-ish Southern lady, a smoker (which I scold her about often), and the best damn project buyer in the place.
I stood up, gave her a big hug, and we spent the next little bit getting caught up on all of life’s latest happenings. In just 2 years’ time, she became a grandma. I became a papa. A lot of others had left the company, but many stayed and, for the most part, it was business as usual.
She looked like she hadn’t aged a second. I felt like time had simply skipped 2 years and there we were.
