R-U-N-N O-F-T

Last Friday was the last day of work for the guy in the cube just south of me. He was a redneck transplant from Mississippi, Republican, loud, cocky, made too much money and bragged too hard about the stocks he and his wife (a muckitimuck at Local University) were able to buy.

Mostly he's been pretty helpful in the month since he placed his notice. But round about Tuesday last week, he checked out mentally. Whenever anyone wanted information, he would either stare at them blankly or mumble something about getting with them "later", and never doing that. He put in a lot of half-days, or mostly empty days where he just wandered.

We got a 'good-bye' card as a department and gave it to him Friday morning. Some time after receiving the card, he got an email from the boss asking just for a rundown of the projects he had, the status they were in, so they could be reassigned appropriately. He replied via email to boss, "You can't bust my balls anymore, man. I'm outta here."

Then he picked up his car keys and slammed the door on his way out.

Oh yeah, he left the goodbye card on his desk. Unopened.

I cleaned out his cube Friday afternoon. I threw away everything he touched short of the computer, keyboard, and desk. I threw away the card too.

Good fucking riddance, you ungrateful bastard.

Today, another co-worker, "Suicidal-Guy-In-Loveless-Marriage" will be moving in to that space. And I get to talk him down from his mental ledges of jumping death every fucking day.

Can I be any luckier a gal?