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azurelunatic) wrote2014-11-05 11:06 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2014-11-05 11:06 pm
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The Friend Formerly Known As
Today was my erstwhile Overlady's last day. She's leaving into what I might describe as a once-in-a-career opportunity. The office will be different without her.
I'd joined Purple's table for lunch as per usual. My Overlady came in and joined us as the last of Purple's crew were leaving, so it was just the three of us. The cafeteria quiets down after the rush has peaked.
There were a few last little administrative details. There will be another collection of them tomorrow, things I couldn't entirely face today. We hugged a slightly misty goodbye -- though it is a small valley, and there will be social things -- and I got the cards handed off or in the interoffice mail, all but the last one for the guy who's on-campus but in another building.
I held it together pretty well until Purple hugged me goodnight, at which point I got all squeaky and started leaking a bit. He comforted me and we talked shit about Shawn, as talking shit about Shawn is a pastime which often cheers me up. He is a good Purple. I am a bit of a failure as a $WALLETNAME, but I am a good Lunatic.
I reckoned I could keep it together until I got home. I've driven on worse: I remember the tight and terrible hold I kept on myself after having that conversation with Darkside, and how the ordeal post-Strikethrough was a distraction and a relief. This is nothing like that. That day, the bottom dropped out of my world and I had no idea how I was supposed to go forward. Today, I said "see you later" to a good friend who only occasionally asked the impossible, and was a kind dotted-line boss who always encouraged me to stretch my capabilities. I may still make a pillow fort tomorrow. I have a lounge chair, two blankets, and access to perhaps too many binder clips.
I'd joined Purple's table for lunch as per usual. My Overlady came in and joined us as the last of Purple's crew were leaving, so it was just the three of us. The cafeteria quiets down after the rush has peaked.
There were a few last little administrative details. There will be another collection of them tomorrow, things I couldn't entirely face today. We hugged a slightly misty goodbye -- though it is a small valley, and there will be social things -- and I got the cards handed off or in the interoffice mail, all but the last one for the guy who's on-campus but in another building.
I held it together pretty well until Purple hugged me goodnight, at which point I got all squeaky and started leaking a bit. He comforted me and we talked shit about Shawn, as talking shit about Shawn is a pastime which often cheers me up. He is a good Purple. I am a bit of a failure as a $WALLETNAME, but I am a good Lunatic.
I reckoned I could keep it together until I got home. I've driven on worse: I remember the tight and terrible hold I kept on myself after having that conversation with Darkside, and how the ordeal post-Strikethrough was a distraction and a relief. This is nothing like that. That day, the bottom dropped out of my world and I had no idea how I was supposed to go forward. Today, I said "see you later" to a good friend who only occasionally asked the impossible, and was a kind dotted-line boss who always encouraged me to stretch my capabilities. I may still make a pillow fort tomorrow. I have a lounge chair, two blankets, and access to perhaps too many binder clips.
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I also have some very pink slippers, mostly for operating the audio pedal, but also useful for blanketfort days.
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And lb and the rest of #cupcake. And my research manager, and the Stage Manager, and Madam Standards. And my friend off over in a totally different department. Plus my friends on the A-Team. But Purple is definitely important.