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In college, four of us lived in a two-bedroom apartment. I shared a room with Reuben, who was a really introverted, shy nerd who didn’t seem capable of socializing well or talking to women much.
We had a small group of us go to this karaoke bar, picking the usual bad songs and singing stuff. Reuben hadn’t joined in or sung anything, so we pushed him a little bit to pick a song, and he chose “Always” by Atlantic Starr.
Then, it was like a moment out of a reality show—he just totally rocked that song, singing his heart out with more passion than I’d ever seen him put into anything. We were all silent and in awe that he could belt out a song like that and sing perfectly.
I worked with a guy for 17 years. We got along pretty well and were work friends. I always covered for him when he messed up, needed a day off, or whatever. I never once complained to the boss about anything he did, even when sometimes I probably should have.
Then I found out that for the last couple of years, he had been running me down in front of our supervisor. Any complaints I had made about work between us, he was running off to tell the owner.
