Sheila is what some around the office would call an odd duck, and that is by those that are being polite. She is a complete whack-job if they are being a bit more honest and a fucking crazy bitch if they are being blunt as hell, which happens to be the most popular description of Sheila behind her back. Personally, I always tried to hover with the odd duck viewpoint, but there are days where she tests that theory even with me.
First of all, she dresses a little bit strangely, mixing at least three different decade styles together that comes off feeling clashy versus synergistic. If her hair stays the same color for longer than two weeks, you would almost start to wonder if she fell on her head and became more sane. Sheila also always acts a little strangely too. Acts a little strangely how? Well, try to imagine a male elephant frantically screwing a kangaroo mouse and the impossibility of it seeming to be the most natural thing in the world. Sheila acts strangely like that. She speaks often in cryptic gibberish. She’ll start a phase of a sentence sounding like an ancient Greek philosopher, only to end the same sentence sounding like a 12-year old fresh from the lobotomy factory.