Workplace

I feel like talking about my workplace today - not the work, but the environment I work at, the atmosphere, the people.
I work at the office. I like my job: what I do is important to the company, my responsibilities are fairly straightforward and, according to my boss, I do my job well. So, I am not trying to turn this into a job bitchfest.
What I want to talk about is people around me - my fellow co-workers, who - each one of them - affect me in a different way.
First, there is an Accounting Lady. Out of all "regular" office staff she is the only one who has a private office - she says it's because her files contain personal employee information, but I suspect it's to separate her from the rest of us during the time she is extra... moody. Her mood gets affected by everything, including weather and room temperature. When she gets upset, she storms through the place like a hurricane, slamming doors and file drawers, and if one tries to approach her at this moment, she raises her index finger up in the air and says, " Not now, I am busy." After that moment, she will ignore you until... pretty much, forever or until she decides to accept you into her good graces, whichever comes first.
Then, there's the Order Entry Lady. She is quiet and friendly , but she knows when to ask a question, and when not to ask anything. Even though on the surface she may be referred to as "nothing special," I suspect she has a gift for social interaction, communication and even psychology... Or perhaps just workplace tact. She has never argued with or complained about anyone of her co-workers - not that I have seen. Perhaps, that explains how she has stayed at the job for over 15 years.
Finally, there is the Service Lady. The moment she walked into the office, I thought she was going to get along great with the Accounting Lady. It's like someone cloned the Original, slightly changed facial features and adjusted her "personality chip" and voila! Model Number Two!
She had similar complexion (I always wondered why people of the same weight class get along better with each other than with friends of different sizes - is it something in the air? spirit of comradeship, perhaps?). She seemed less moody, but more loud. Just like the Original, she had that friendly meaningless smile on her face - just for customers - and, just like her, she used that inflection in her voice when she said, "No calls; to my voicemail; I am busy." Only instead of raising the finger, she stared at you with the blank expression, until you were forced to admit defeat and walk away. To complete the picture, I must say that the Service Lady liked to chew. She always chewed on something - cookies, candy, gum... When she was standing next to me with paperwork, it took me every effort not to grimace: the wet popping sounds, the open mouth, the blank stare and her stoutness reminded me of a large lazy cow that was enjoying her snack among the cow pies...