angledge | Oct. 6th, 2006

What to say? I'm going to miss my idiosyncratic, effervescent, supportive, & highly amusing boss. I gave him a parting gift yesterday: a 1994 Glenrothes Signatory unchilfiltered single-cask. I also included a note (sealed with EPA custody seals for my own amusement) to let him know how much fun I've had working for him. We both were a little verklempt but happily we managed to punch each other in the shoulders & gruff our way through it.

But.....

Who's going to refill Des' stapler for him, since he's never figured out how to do it? Who will correct his Excel spreadsheets when he's caught furtively adding up column totals on his calculator & hand-entering them into the workbook? Who will help him find his coffee mug when he's lost it for the eleventh time in one day? Who will accompany him to the EPA meetings & help him keep all those troublesome personalities happy?

And for that matter.... who's going to invite me to attend "remediation seminars" at our "auxiliary training facility", a.k.a. Harrington's? Who will regale me stories from his past as a Navy SEAL? Or plans for his future of running a Sock Emporium? Who will push the bounds of political incorrectness without ever managing to actually offend anyone?

Happy Hour last night was a pretty sedate affair. Especially for me, since I was drinking tonic water with lime, but no gin. Tracy, my designated drinker, was a bit of a disappointment, but she almost lured Patrick up onto the table for a dance. I... think I'm pretty glad she failed. Some images can't be washed out of the brain, y'know? Many thanks to