There is a waitress that I work with whose very nature adds highlights and lowlights to her otherwise mundane life. She’s energetic, friendly, and a bit loopy. She always makes sure to greet me when I arrive to work a few minutes late with a genuine smile, as if it were her solely her duty to bring a little bit of excitement to the dullness of my job as a bartender.
Her heightened emotions also create for her deeper valleys in which to descend. This makes her bad days into trainwrecks. She loses her innocence on these days, talking about sex and illicit drugs and complaining about customers every time she comes to the bar to pick up a drink for a table.
I see this dichotomy day after day working with her. The repetition of it has become a comfort to me.