Sack o' baggage
You run into this type once in a while - people who look perfectly normal on the outside but are bursting on the inside with a need to unload the story of their life. If you happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time you'll suffer the consequences of an emotional water main break.
I was working on a lawyers PC yesterday. She was out sick but her secretary, Diane, decided I needed company. I'm not sure how I tripped the switch but for twenty minutes I oscillated between her speed-reading through the Cliffs' Notes of her life and my own internal movie.

I'll be starting at the new job in the courthouse if they ever getting done with the background check. I mean what's taking so long. I'll bet they have me confused with that other Diane M. White who did some jail time. White's my married name from my first husband who was killed... (by his own hand, no doubt). It better not be because of my job at Nixon Peabody. That woman was a bitch. No I mean it, she had big time psychological problems (birds of a feather...) People couldn't believe what I had to put up with. Well I finally had to tell them 'you either fire me or lay me off but I refuse to resign'. (I have to get some work done. Will she ever stop spilling her guts) Anyway I wish they'd hurry up because I'm going to Europe for five weeks. My daughter and her husband live in Switzerland. He works for Nestles. I know that last job contributed to all my stomach problems. They finally figured out it was diverticulitis and they removed a foot of my intestine (she really did spill her guts) My maiden name is Gemelli.....