She's doing well, I'll give her that. I've understood less than half of what the Secondary Cow-orker's been on about today, and have usually had to ask her to explain herself two or three times just to get some idea of the topic she's alluding to. Actually understanding what she's trying to say specifically makes me light-headed with the effort.
She's sitting at her desk in our area uttering a steady monologue punctuated by cries of "Crikey!" and "Oh, Golly!", and occasionally muttering about "Macintrash" users, in between ranting about one of her workmates and asking me at random intervals to read her mind or recall a minor piece of paperwork I saw several months ago.
Every now and then she looks around with wide, staring eyes to see if we're paying attention to her.
I don't know if it's an act, or if she's finally become deeply genuinely unhinged. Either way this is the closest she's come to truly capturing the spirit of gibbering insanity that the original Cow-orker brought to the workplace.
