This has been a rough week for me, work-wise.
Background: I work at a law firm as a legal assistant. I have worked at this law firm since May of 2006. In September of 2006, I was paired with an attorney we will call John. For the next year, whilst dealing with another attorney we’ll call the She-Beast from Hell, John was the only reason I continued to haul my weary butt the 23 miles into Atlanta from my cozy little suburb. We have worked together since then, with a few brief interruptions. He is arguably one of the nicest men on the planet, and undoubtedly the nicest person I have ever worked for. He became one of the “men in my life,” fourth in the hierarchy behind my son, my husband, and my father. We have such a great working relationship, and we also have a great friendship and mutual respect for one another. He is the only attorney I have worked for at this firm that I have never complained about to my husband, and he has never made me cry. Given the laundry list of attorneys I have worked for that have sent me home in tears, this is no small accomplishment.
Last week, John turned in his resignation.
I am considerably heartbroken. Out of all the crazy things that go on at my office, John was a constant presence that kept me grounded and sane. We were able to discuss anything without worrying about offending one another, were fairly like-minded politically and morally, and just “got” each other. My favorite thing about him is that he does not mince words. Everyone loves a straight shooter, right? John is a Mormon, and he was always willing to answer any and all of my crazy questions about Mormonism (and believe me, I had some crazy questions). I told him today that I was going to go home and make a list of the most off-the-wall, out there questions on Mormonism I could think of so I could ask him all of them before he left.
John’s last day is tomorrow. I don’t expect it to be a good day. I told him today that I was going to cry tomorrow. Not just cry, but Ugly Cry. I’m also going to schnark on his shirt and will probably hang onto his ankles as he tries to leave the building. I just can’t seem to grasp that it’s over. He’s done. He’s leaving, and I will likely never see him again. I will never see his lovely wife, his beautiful 6-year old twin daughters, adorable 18-month old son, or the new baby that is growing in his wife’s belly right now. Sure, he might send pictures, but it’s not the same. I don’t do well with change or finality. Tomorrow, John will walk out of our lives, likely never to return. Even if we do see him again, it just won’t be the same.
I hate the fact that a relationship I’ve spent four years on is suddenly over. It’s not the same as a romantic relationship, but a good working relationship takes almost as much time and energy. When you work with someone you just “click” with, it makes the days go by faster and even mundane tasks more enjoyable. John has been such a good boss, and he is such a great friend. I honestly can’t see past tomorrow and how my life is going to change. There is a new attorney coming in May, and I’ll probably be paired with her. I’m sure she’s perfectly nice and perfectly pleasant to work for, so I will give her a chance and do everything I can to make our working relationship a good one. But she won’t be John.
But I am thankful to have had the opportunity to spend eight hours a day, five days a week, for four years of my life, working with such an extraordinary attorney and great person. I will miss John, but I know he is doing what is best for him and his family, and I can’t begrudge anyone their happiness even if the way they go about achieving it makes me sad.
But I am going to Ugly Cry on him and schnark on his shirt, just to spite him.
I’m thankful for:
11. Great bosses;
12. A warm cat on my feet;
13. Awesome cameras that take awesome pictures;
14. Dogs that just want to be in the room with me;
15. Toilet paper (for obvious reasons);
16. Administrative Professionals Day luncheons;
17. Funny episodes of Saturday Night Live;
18. Cool spring breezes;
19. Fresh cut flowers;
20. The cool side of the pillow.
What are you thankful for?