Kelly there are not enough sticky notes to express how I feel good luck! bye
Aside from the fact that the note forms a frowny face, what makes it all perfect is that, when I was leaving yesterday, I stopped in his office to say good-bye, because he's out of the office for the rest of the week. When I didn't find him, I started to write a quick note on a post-it to thank him for the drinks last night — he was paying and we all got a little carried away with the topshelf whiskeys — and to say good-bye, and the only notes I could find were the little ones. He came in and saw what I was doing, then threw several pads at me while screeching "You think you can say good-bye on a post-it note, and one of the small ones even!"
I loved his commitment to the joke. Not everyone would follow through with pelting me with post-it pads. I'm really going to miss this place.
For those of you keeping score, I did just start my current job six months ago. It's a job I love: interesting, high-profile work with people who are funny, generous, smart, and delightfully obscene. They make me happy to come into work. But the job I accepted was one I applied for a year ago, and is something that I truly feel I might be able to retire from some day. Even if I'm building it up too much and it turns out to be not the final frontier, it's close to home, the kids' daycare, and Todd's school, and I have a friend working there who is the best. (Seriously, I want our families to marry and all move in together.) So, at absolute worst, it'll be something that makes my and my family's lives easier for the next handful of years. Can't beat that.