I use various instant messaging apps on my phone. Just now, I opened one, and all the Ks were missing, from all the words.
Just imagine a world with no Ks.
Edit: my brother says that it was very k-less of me to lose them…
Ok, I get it.
You don’t like goodbyes. I don’t think I know anyone who particularly enjoys them.
You were – and are – well and truly finished here, you did your time, you ate the cake, you packed your coffee cup, you were ready to leave.
There’s no real sensible reason to hang about waiting for people to appear so you can finally say bye and get the hell out of here.
I get that.
It’s just… I would have liked the chance to say bye. And thank you. You’ve done so much for me that you probably don’t realise. It would’ve been good to tell you I appreciate it.
Not that there were no chances. I just thought there’d be more.
More chances. More time.
Time to go the loo quickly while you finished packing.
Time to dig your prezzie out of my bag while you carried your boxes to the steps.
Time to say bye before you drove off to seek more fortuitous fortunes.
(I hope you find them.)
Today was a good day. I hope you thought so too.
I learned a lot, as always, when I work with you.
I’m going to miss those days, the ones where the goal was work, and the way there was fun. Pretty much everything seems possible when it’s fun. Even the tough projects.
I suppose the take-away-message is ‘don’t assume’.
Don’t assume they’ll always be there.
Don’t assume they’ll wait for you to say bye.
Get in there first. Say what you want to say well before they’re due to leave, even if it seems weird to say bye hours in advance.
No, no one’s died. I was just a bit shaken (and a bit mad) that one of my favourite colleagues not only resigned, but also disappeared without saying goodbye. I wrote it directly after he left, but didn’t want to post it while it was so fresh. I never sent it. Maybe I should have done. Maybe I still will.