Ok - this is funny and it's killing me not to tell someone.

One of my co-workers, Robin, is literally the most dramatic person I've ever met.

First, she was out sick yesterday. (Not that that's bad, but one of the other girls here had to call her to see if something was done, and the girl said Robin kept her on the phone for like 10 minutes, explaining every detail about how sick she was, and very specifically what was wrong, if you know what I mean.)

Earlier, one of the attorneys walked by her cube and she was sitting on the floor, holding her stomach. The attorney asked what was wrong, and she said she had really sharp pains in her stomach.

'Can we do anything for you?' The attorney and I posed.
'No, no, I'll just have to live with it.' (grimaces and clenches teeth)
'Ok...' We walk away. I told the office manager, who laughed out loud, knowing how dramatic Robin is. The office manager asked if she needed to go home, and Robin said, 'Oh... I don't know if anyone could take me.' I offered to drive her, and she said no. Ok, fine, we walk away.

A couple minutes later, I asked her if I could get her some soda or something else to try to settle her stomach.
'Oh, oh... I don't think anything would help.'
'Well you have to do something, you can't lie there all afternoon.'
'Maybe soda would be good. My friend is coming to pick me up and take me home.'
'Great! I'll grab you a ginger ale.'

(I proceeds to walk to the convenience store downstairs, spend her last single (which she was saving for chocolate) on ginger ale.)

I handed her the soda, and she grimaced in pain again. Then she picked up the phone, called her mom, and started crying on the phone.
Me: 'Maybe you should have your friend take you to the hospital rather than home.'
Robin: 'They won't help me at all there. They'll just make me wait for hours.'
Me: 'They'll tell you if something's really wrong, or if you just have bad indigestion.'
Robin: (without responding, continues grimacing in pain)

A couple minutes later, the office manager told me she was heading to the bathroom (presumably to "fix" the problem) with tears in her eyes.

Another couple minutes later, random people walked into my cube asking if she was ok. I said yes, but I thought she was just being dramatic. Every single person smiled and nodded (so I'm not being overly callous).

Now she's got her head down on her desk, and is sighing loudly every few minutes.

Anyone wanna come work at my office? :P