Yah, he’s a quiet dude all right; doesn’t talk with the rest of the team, but hey he’s working on a solo project. I just wish he stop talking to the computer, Star-Trek style. It’s like he has to say what’s he going to do. And he sighs at the computer. A lot. Depressing fellow.
She gets up before dawn, goes down to the barn, grabs her three-legged stool and proceeds to milk the cow. She’s a cow-worker.
She’s that really weird teacher with the creepy crawly creatures in her classroom – can you imagine? She actually has a banana slug and a tank full of giant millipedes. And she feeds her German class weird foods like Limburger cheese and liverwurst.
He’s the snarly Team Lead who, upon telling certan members of his team to stop bitching about work and actually doing some, gets reported to HR for “not being sensitive.” 
I’m the boss who is being a dick and setting too high expectations.
He’s the absent-minded professor. Some days he’s social and part of the team, other days he hides in his cube behind an invisible wall. We usually see him doing the same kind of work as us, but then his phone will ring, he’ll get animated and pull up a program none of us have ever seen and start babbling away in code-talk. Sometimes it ends there, and sometimes he’ll be absorbed for days. The boss tolerates it, although he obviously doesn’t have any more clues than the rest of us about what it is that The Strange Guy® does. He gets visits by high-powered executives who come looking concerned and leave looking like the weight of the world has been lifted from their shoulders.
He must be a spy.
Man, is that old guy a cranky, foul-mouthed SOB! And his office is a complete pigsty, what with dozens of plants, the fish tank, the lava lites, and the walls covered by pictures his now-adult kids drew decades ago.
He sure does produce a ton of work, tho.
He dresses funny, comes and goes at all hours, and has little respect for anyone or anything. And I am pretty sure sometimes he brings his Harley right in the office with him; its the only reason I can see for the oil spot in front of his desk. But he handles the worst of customers - the ones no one else wants to deal with - with ease and he works faster and more accurately than the rest of us combined.
She sits at her computer all day, wearing those funny looking headphones. I try to get her attention, but she never seems to notice me. I suspect she’s actually ignoring me.
I actually shouted at her today, but she still didn’t hear me, or at least she pretended not to. I ended up hitting her across the arm, and only then did she notice I was there, ready to go to lunch with her. She did this huge sigh, like it was such an interruption to her day.
Honestly, some days I feel like she doesn’t like having me as a co-worker at all.
(I work from home. My only company is my cat.)
Man, that guy is a government worker, and he actually cares about doing a good job! What a weirdo!
He always dresses funny for work, whether it be a skirt, or a pair of ballet flats, or the one time he wore a mullet wig. He always seems to be over my shoulder, and interjects solutions to problems before I get a chance to try and figure it out on my own, whether or not I was going to ask him for help.
And he always seems to grumble about people not ordering things we run out of, but in reality we all know that if we just ignore it, he will order it anyway.
She talks about the freakin’ Federal Aquisition Regulations like it’s the G-darn Bible or something . . . and when we got ARRA funding for one project, she actually claimed to know the requirements because she had *read the Act! * I mean c’mon, the freakin’ *Congressmen don’t even read them and they have to vote *on the G-darn things! ! !
And every time we start to get feeling really good about our likelihood of winning some work, she starts blathering on about whether we can *perform *it adequately. I mean really, we’ll figure that out once we’ve won it, fercrissakes!
Also, she always looks exhausted, and her clothes are often rumpled, sometimes the hems are even coming loose. The only thing she can talk about outside of work is trying to get her kid to go to sleep. Jeez, get a life already! ! !
He’s on the SDMB* all the fuckin’ time*. Do some work, man!
He’s that annoying guy who points out that it’s spelled “cow-orker.”
I cannot believe he bikes to work! Even in Winter? Is he mad? Have you heard about his weekend hobbies? That’s pretty goofy!
Man, that fucking guy won’t shut UP about every little thing he does, says, thinks- it’s like he’s the star of his own private sitcom.
Amusing, most of the time, 'cause he has no shame, and doesn’t mind if we laugh at him as well as with him, though.
Does she really think her computer’s behavior will improve because she threatens it with removal of electricity?
She just sits in her cubicle all day with her headphones on (when she even bothers to come in–telecommuting is so antisocial!) She’s cheerful enough when you talk to her, but she almost never comes to the work parties (especially the ones after hours), doesn’t like to go out for drinks, and…she plays…those games. You know, the computer games that people get addicted to and die because they forget to eat? She even goes to conventions for them! And I heard from somebody that she even has…gasp…dice that don’t have six sides!
Oh, and she’s got way too many cats.
She’s normal enough, except for all the weird stuff on her desk. She’s got two little dolls dressed as witches, and a black cat pez dispenser. Behind her phone, there’s even a little mini set of play-doh! She also draws strange pictures on her desk calendar. Every day there is a new little doodle. Some of them are really bizarre!
He sure eats a lot of tuna sandwiches.