Heck, a fantastic co-worker, even, is one who goes out for barbecue at lunch and sees that they can get an entire rack of ribs for less than it costs to get the lunch they were going to order, thanks to a special of the day. Cut into individual pieces, each roughly the size of a standard ruler, the ribs fill a foil sack the size of, oh, I dunno, a party-sized bag of nacho chips. They buy said ribs, bring them back to the office and start handing them out and you end up with three of them.

Then, hours later, when dinner time rolls around and you are trapped on The Conference Call At The End Of Time, you pull out those three ribs, mute your phone, and chow down. I think I had sauce on my forehead as a result of this feast.

That’s what makes a great co-worker.