A few months ago, my co-worker who mirrors my responsibilities resigned, which means that I've been doing double the work since she left.
GREAT TIMING, N'EST-CE PAS?
The good news is, we've finally hired her replacement, and she starts on Monday. Our tech support guy, who I'll call "Ben," spent yesterday afternoon in our work area getting us ready for M's arrival. That included reimaging her laptop and moving my entire workstation over six feet to make room for her.
While he was working, he chatted with me; since all of my equipment was in transit, I couldn't do much work at the time, anyway. I received a text at some point, and he remarked, "I hate texting. I'm more old-fashioned, I guess."
Me: "It took me a while to get used to it, but I guess now it's kind of my default."
Him: "My dad's really into it, so he texts me all the time." [That surprised me a little, just because he looks like he's in his mid-60s, so his dad must be in his 80s.] "But he doesn't really get all the lingo, so for a long time, he texted me things like, 'Time to mow the lawn LOL' and 'Need a ride to the store LOL'. And I wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic or what."
Me: "What did he mean?"
Him: "Lots of love."
Older co-worker listening to our conversation: "What DOES it mean?"
Him: "Lots of laughs."