Me: “Fat Chick,” are you protesting again? What in the world are you wearing?
FC: I’m not really protesting, just sending a message to a friend.
Me: Oh, I see. You’re sending a message to my friend Marc. Yes, today is his last day. We’ve worked together for 13 years, you know.
FC: Wow! He must be a patient sort of fellow! I’ve only sat in the office with you for a few months and it’s been a real battle some days. I’m about ready to wear that “I Feel Good” button out! So, what do you remember most about Marc?
Me: Well, I remember that when he first started, he always used to introduce himself and then immediately tell people he was a reserve police officer from Hallsville. Law enforcement was always important to him.
FC: Did he carry his gun to work???
Me: No, but, the ladies in the big guy’s office next door always said if someone who looked threatening came in that he was going to have to protect everyone.
FC: What else do you remember?
Me: He has a passionate interest in royalty, he used to raise sheep in 4H, he was sort of “bah humbug” about holidays and he loves Mizzou football. In fact, I managed to get him a Mizzou football helmet for Christmas one year. I think it was one of my more successful Christmas gifts!
FC: 13 years is a really long time.
Me: Yes, it is. We really grew up together in our jobs here. We shared lots of monumental days together.
I remember the day he found out he was going to be a daddy. His wife called him and asked him to meet her outside. They took a little stroll around the Quad and when he came back, he looked completely dumbfounded. I kept asking him if he was alright, but, he was pretty quiet. After awhile he finally told me that he was going to be a father and that it was twins! It was a landmark day!
FC: You must have worked pretty closely.
Me: Actually, we did. So close, in fact, that our desks and chairs in our first office were only about 5-6 feet apart. It was pretty close quarters. But, there were lots of memories in that little office.
FC: Sounds like he’ll be missed.
Me: Oh, absolutely. There will never be another Marc. I think the guy really DOES bleed black and gold. Wait, “Fat Chick”, there’s more than the sign that’s says “so long Marc” on you. What’s this other one say? “Abercrombie & Fitch?”
FC: Are you looking at my butt? 🙂
From me, and my alter ego “Fat Chick”, best of luck, friend, and happy trails. We wish you all the best in your new job and remember to come back and visit once in awhile.