Rush to the good stuff

Man am I going to miss my office. I came in and my boss had bought me a cupcake. Peanut butter and chocolate. Man of impeccable taste. Did I mention lately how much I dig him? He's just on balance a decent human being. I spent the first year and half of our 3 years together not liking him and trusting him even less. I got a lot more done in that first year and a half but the misery of the job compounded with the misery of no friends at work. Ick.

Baloo my beautiful black thug finally has a dog friend in Philly. She's known him for a year and she's been wary of him, like she is of all dogs for about as long. And then one day she understood he wasn't going to flex on her, didn't mean her any harm, and really didn't have much of an agenda. He was a dog, she was a dog, and he just wanted to do dog stuff. That was Monday night. We let our dogs off the lead and she was fine, even a little playful. We walked for a half hour with her totally chill and not at all gangsta. I was delighted but she could have had this friend a year ago. At the end of this tour, totally smitten with my boss (in a completely proper way) I wish we had been friendly earlier even though I know things didn't happen any quicker than they could have and goodbyes have a way of softening the blemishes that would bother us if we knew we had forever to work with someone. It's a wake with the living. We get to be wistful and reminiscent, we do things together we wouldn't normally do, we say nice things to each other and leave the bad stuff for someone else to point out. So I'm glad we get this.

The sweet sorrow of parting makes me wish we could rush to the good stuff. The 'I'm glad to work with you' stuff. The 'I trust you' stuff. The 'I'm not perfect, but I know you know I'm at least good' stuff. The 'I'm unhappy with you and I can tell you' stuff. Gonna miss you boss. You are a remarkable talent and just good people.