By Seth Stevenson, GQ
My first office marriage came naturally, almost effortlessly. There was never any formal proposal. No exchange of rings. But at a certain point, it became clear I had a work wife.
Longtime readers of GQ will recognize the term. As Tom Prince wrote a few years back, the work wife is the person who "knows you better than anyone." My office spouse and I were confidants who shared a cubicle pod. Sprightly banter ping-ponged between us all day long. We never hesitated to tell each other stuff too intimate or cringe-making to share with the rest of the office. On the occasions when we were driven to talk nasty smack about our co-workers, we would switch to stealth mode-IM-erupting into synchronous cackles that turned nearby heads. And we stuck close together, for safety, when office parties threatened to turn superweird.
Ours was a beautiful work marriage built on a mutual affection and understanding. I let her prattle on about her idyllic life with her (actual)Read More »from Does Your Man Have an Office Wife?