MY OFFICE FRIEND IS NOT MY FRIEND. EXCEPT, OF COURSE, THEY ARE.

You did not choose them. A seating plan did. And yet they have seen you handle a bad quarter, a worse manager and a genuinely upsetting Tuesday.

They know the version of you that exists between nine and seven, which is a version several people who love you have never met.

Then somebody changes jobs and the whole friendship discovers it was partly architectural.