Today my officemate resigned. He’s leaving my company next month to pursue la vida freelance on the West Coast. As much as his typing sounds like a maniac pounding the shit out of a keyboard with a sledgehammer, I’ll miss him.
There’s a saying about family being the friends you don’t choose, and friends being the family you do choose. I don’t consider all my co-workers buddies or anything, but I see these people a lot. There’s a connection there that I can appreciate.
I was joking to my officemate just today about how much I enjoy inadvertently hilarious email subject lines, like one sent today about a remote worker who lost his electricity during a winter storm: “David is out of power.” Now and then someone reports, “[Crabby editor's] Outlook is down.” How about “Today’s Submission”? There’s a summation of corporate life for you.
Better to leave than get fired, I suppose. I wish my officemate the best. I just hope his replacement has a sense of humor and a clean desk. He or she doesn’t have to attack me with my own Silly String or awkwardly ask me out and survive the baffled denial followed by, “We can act weird around each other for five minutes, but that’s it. Go!”
But those might be a plus.
