Another turning point; a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist; directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test and don’t ask why.
It’s not a question but a lesson learned in time.
Green Day, “Time of your Life”
Coworker Damon’s (to distinguish him from the millllllllions of other Damons out there) leaving our paper. His last day is Friday. Tomorrow after work a bunch of us are meeting for drinks at Top Dog. It’s going to be a very sad thing. Damon and I worked side by side for almost 6 years, and he’s pretty much the closest thing I have to a Work Husband. You get to know someone well when you chat for 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, for 5.5 years.
Back in February we underwent some organizational changes at work that reshuffled all of us online folks. Damon went over to the news side of the building. That’s good, in retrospect, because it started the goodbye process delicately – with a physical separation.
I’m really bad with goodbyes. The thought of potentially never seeing somebody again is almost too much for me to bear. I cried when Old Boss left back in 2003. I cried when Salesman Extrordinaire Peter left in December. Tomorrow will be fun. But Friday afternoon it’s going to take every ounce of determination in my body NOT to dissolve. I mean, crap, my bottom lip has been trembling all week, and I’ve known this was coming for a long time.
