To add to Monday’s usual carnage, today is going to be a bittersweet one at work. Sure, there will be a potluck, which means lots of yummy treats to put me into a food coma at my desk. However, we are having that little shindig because it is my boss’ last day.
I know, one normally has the Munchkins break into a rousing rendition of “Ding Dong The Witch Is Dead!” when it is the boss’ last day, but that is not the case here.
When I started this job five years ago, she was just another of the worker bees and one of the first people to befriend me. After she got promoted, she never became power hungry or sent her Flying Monkeys after us.
She just remained the goofy dork who would do this weird dance whenever she came out of her office, and was forever determined to punch the nameplate off of its Velcro holder on my desk. She would insist on putting out her pathetic purple Charlie Brown Christmas Tree every year, and she somehow managed to keep things calm and cool in the office.
Believe me, I have appreciated how lucky I have been to have such a goofball of a boss. At my last job, we were ruled over by a powerful and wicked Witch, who snacked on our souls everyday whenever her stomach growled.
It was nice to finally know that the door to the boss’ office didn’t hide a torture chamber of horrors, and that behind it was someone who would actually listen to you (as long as she wasn’t distracted by something shiny or colorful).
Of course, I didn’t like it that there was bad blood between my boss and The Girl Who Moved Away. It’s a little awkward when your boss doesn’t get along with the coworker you’re dating. I could never get them to bury the hatchet, but at least they never wound up burying one in each other.
So she will be missed. One never likes to lose a cool, kind boss and it’s never an easy thing to lose a friend. Even one who would be laughed off Dancing With The Stars because her dance moves aren’t even worthy of The Gong Show.
This just gives me another reason to hate Mondays.
I’ll do my best to enjoy the potluck, but deep down inside, I’m going to be sad. Hopefully, work doesn’t start feeling like a week full of Mondays once she is gone.
UGH to infinity!!!
Enjoy the coffee, Modern Philosophers. Remember, there’s only seventeen hours left to this most wretched of days.
Good luck, Bethany. I hope your dance moves improve at your new job…