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Yet another friend at work said goodbye to me. Yesterday was his last day. Found a new opportunity elsewhere.
He was a class act and didn’t say anything else. And I’ve gotten pretty rehearsed at saying, “The loss is ours” and meaning it with my whole heart, while also conveying my unspoken understanding.
We shared one last laugh, wished each other luck, and parted ways for good.
Funny, I drove behind him going home and he didn’t floor it and take off like a bat out of hell.
I guess I always expect people to do that drive for the last time with some flourish. God knows when we move the office later this year, I’ll be four-wheeling in the Sunfire like my ass was ablaze.