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The ones who leave and the one who is left
I think this year at work is going to go down in memory as the Year of Departures. At least today I discovered that two of them aren't as coincidental as they at first appeared. The downside is that there is something definitely rotten in the state of Denmark. It's at too elevated a level to affect me directly, but the chaos from losing someone from the second rung is surely going to trickle down on my head eventually.
I grabbed the newest a moment ago to suggest we continue our workplace camaraderie out in the Real World (always a tricky transition to negotiate) and he was warm to the idea. More than that, he mentioned snow angels, thereby referencing a magical moment from many years ago. I treasured it as a turning point in our relationship, when I scratched his respectable façade and discovered a vein of whimsy underneath, but until just now I didn't realise he'd even remembered it.
Yeah, I know, in all likelihood nothing will come of it, but at least I've lived long enough know to have learned to simply enjoy the prospect.
I grabbed the newest a moment ago to suggest we continue our workplace camaraderie out in the Real World (always a tricky transition to negotiate) and he was warm to the idea. More than that, he mentioned snow angels, thereby referencing a magical moment from many years ago. I treasured it as a turning point in our relationship, when I scratched his respectable façade and discovered a vein of whimsy underneath, but until just now I didn't realise he'd even remembered it.
Yeah, I know, in all likelihood nothing will come of it, but at least I've lived long enough know to have learned to simply enjoy the prospect.