Usually, it’s pretty fun working at the Law Firm, especially when you have weirdos like Barb sitting behind you, trying to kill herself with popcorn-filled plastic bags and being buried alive under a mound of paper towels.
Judas Kaitlin in the background.
But then there are days like today, when you have to say goodbye to one of the coolest people you have ever worked with. Kaitlin was my first friend here and even though I’m so happy that she’s moving on to bigger and better things (and hopefully moving one foot closer to opening the doors to her very own bakery!), I am beyond sad to see her leave. She was the first person here I trusted enough to share my blog with. She always had the right things to say to make me feel better when I was having a bad day (usually because Henry is a douche bag). We had the same enemies here and shared a vested interest in Lisa, the mail lady.
And today I had to say goodbye to all of that, and even though I have been diligently reminding myself that she is not dead, just leaving, it’s not helping me and I have already cried three times.
Remember a year ago, when Chooch busted his face all up at the spray park? Kaitlin made him get well cupcakes, capped with bloody eyeballs. To return the favor, Chooch drew her a going away picture:
It’s a zombie eating a cupcake. Kaitlin hates zombies, but I think she can tolerate Chooch’s renditions of the walking dead.
She has spoiled this department with her effortless baking skills over the last year and a half, and she STILL pampered us with treats even on her last day, when it should have been the other way around. I was going to bake her something, but I didn’t want her last work memory of me to be clouded with salmonella. So instead I just gave her something that (hopefully) won’t make her sick — one of my pendants. I even tied the ribbon around the box all by myself.
That’s how you know I care.
I mean, I just don’t even know what else to say except this sucks. I have cried three times already, but I keep trying to tell everyone it’s because of my back pain. You know, because I am so notorious* for my hardened emotional walls. Barb quoting Steel Magnolias didn’t help.
(*Seriously, in the year and a half I’ve been at the Law Firm, I think I’ve already cried in front of people 87 times. And once was just remembering the Penguins winning the Stanley Cup in 2009. I rule at self-control.)
Good luck, Kaitlin! Please don’t forget about me! (Seriously, don’t or I’ll start writing bad reviews about Zia – Custom Desserts.)