I hate goodbyes. Especially workplace goodbyes. They’re too long, too sappy and tired. They’re an excuse for people to eat free food and get their buzz on.
What’s even worse, you’re not really leaving the company. You’re not moving on into a higher paying position or being snapped up by a competitor. You’re relocating for Christ’s sake. Instead of this side of the Atlantic, you’re going to be on the other side: all that much closer to the origin of the sweetest nectar God has given man.
We’re just going to see you less. So what?
So I won’t say goodbye to you Michael Regan. It’s superfluous and unnecessary. I barely knew you anyway. A kid from Garden City that I took the train with a couple of times. Left Abacus for a while and ended up coming back because he got bored. Or the other thing didn’t work out. He didn’t like the other job. Or the other job didn’t like him. Whatever.
But I will say this: you’ve changed man. You went from six foot plus floundering goof ball yakking it up in the build room to competent semiprofessional professional. Still yakking it up in the build room. Still six foot plus, but with a goofy beard now. Sort of. Oh, you started coming to my side of the office more often too. Before, you did it because there was “footy” on the TV. Or you wanted to drop up some bad news about a client. Now you’ve started wandering in just to bullshit. That’s some stones man.
No more of that. Thank God.
I will say this however: I’m glad you came back to Abacus. I’m glad that you came back if only to leave again, if only to be that much closer to those fountains of Scotch that I dream about. If only to bring the same sense of semiprofessional professionalism to the UK. With the same goofy smile. And beard. Sort of a beard.
But yeah, I’ll miss you.
So what.