Aaron, the guapo recycle guy, stopped in my office today to say goodbye. He mock-tearfully said "You'll always be the one who got away," referring to his mistimed attempt to ask me out after he stopped dating a friend of mine. (I declined because I wanted to stay friends with her). Soon enough, he recovered enough to marry someone else and continued to tease me about my love life.
On his way out, Aaron saw Jose, the young, friendly guy who used to empty the trash in our building. A while ago, they put the housekeeping staff on night shift, so I didn't see Jose very often. Aaron told him I was leaving, so Jose came up to say goodbye as well.
And dammit, I got all misty after Jose left. Not because we were the closest friends, but because of all the cumulative pleasantness and goodwill I've felt from the people here, whether they've been on my team or just said Hi when they've emptied my trash can.
I got a call from our section secretary today. She's out on medical leave and won't be back before I leave. She'd heard the good news (and she LOVED Mike when I brought him to work last year) and wanted to wish us well. I did likewise and hope she continues to kick cancer's ass.
I said goodbye to Wesley last week, who was one of my favorite security guards. I wanted to do the same with Larry, who's also stationed at the East Gate and has a ready smile and greeting for me each morning. Alas, I think Larry's on vacation or has rotated to a different gate; I haven't seen him this week. There are a couple of other guys from transportation and the mail room that I haven't seen to say goodbye to, either. Makes it feel unfinished.
I don't think it will REALLY sink in until Monday that I no longer work here. But I'm sure my preliminary waterworks today are a mild precursor to the weepy mess I suspect I'll be at tomorrow's goodbye luncheon.
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Girl, forget about being a tough-guy. You can, and are, both strong and sentimental. That's what makes you so cool.
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