I once had a very unpredictable coworker. One day, she’d be your best friend and help you out with any questions or favors you needed. You’d think to yourself, “I’m so lucky to work with people like this.”
Then one day I’d walk in and make a joke or say good morning and I’d get a death stare. Which would make me pause—death stares are not a good way to start your day. Then I’d bump into her in the kitchen and it felt like she was really angry at something.
Something I did to her.