She's not like me. But then she is.
She's passionate about her job, which is the total opposite of mine. I work to care for the spoiled poor, she works to care for the spoiled rich. She's filled with a zesty kind of energy. She smiles. She says (with no modesty) "I'm not the best looking person in the world," and yet she's quite pretty.
This is a cool thing. We work not too far apart, so we'll probably do lunch next week.
It's a good thing.