I find it amazing that I can have worked with someone for a year and not have found out until this afternoon that he's A) a huge Augie March fan and B) studying International Relations focussing on strategy.

I guess it really comes of not actually working with these people - there's only ever one person on at a time, so our total interaction comes through the communication book and in five minute shift-changes. Unless, of course, ten boxes of books come in that need the contents page stickered with the right numbers by Tuesday, so we have to sit down and stare intently at the stickers while we try to peel the backs off (and the cry of "motherfucking papercuts!" was heard throughout the land).

The moral of the story is: Workmates are cool.