A co-worker is retiring next week.
I told her that I'm not coming to work that day because I've grown to hate goodbyes.
I've seen too many people turn and walk away.
I don't do goodbyes well .... ever since 8th grade, Catholic school graduation.
They've always done damage to my soul.
I doubt that I'll know when it's my last day.
I'll simply wake up some morning (hopefully) and decide to stay home.
Or be halfway there in my car and pull a sudden U-turn and go to breakfast instead.
Seems like that could be an ending to a movie.
From October 2017. I love things that keep track of the time. Especially those devices that have hands and a look from another era.
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