“The Night” — Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons

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I used to work with someone…let’s give her a 50’s name like Roxy instead of using her real name. She was the sweetest, kindest person you could hope to meet.

Roxy had a bit of a reputation as a daydreamer. And it’s true that you’d often find her at her desk nonchalantly twisting the curls in her hair as she chewed the end of her pen and gazed out the office window in the direction of nowhere in particular.

People would call her ditzy. To be fair, she did give off that vibe a bit, But if you wanted a 60 page document proofreading or the formulas in your multi-tabbed spreadsheet auditing, while guaranteeing every single error would be picked up, Roxy was the best person for the job in our organisation…by a country mile.

And Roxy had terrible luck with men. Actually terrible doesn’t do it justice. It was so much worse than that.

She was so sweet and kind that she’d be swept along with the romance of it all. She could fall hopelessly in love three or four times a week, but it always ended with her heart broken.

Roxy and I were only ever professional colleagues, but in a purely professional context I loved her. If anyone needed help, she’d be there. She was absolutely ace at her job…and in fact considerably more ace than the people running this business were at…