Move on.

May 1, 2009

Today is the end of an era.  Oh, dear, I shouldn’t even type this right now.  No, come on, self, get it together – it’s not as if anyone has died.  You weepy girl.  Suck it up.

Okay.  Today is the end of an era.  The boss-man is leaving the University.

We have had years, now – five full years of good times and support and friendship and celebration and growth.  He hired me on the recommendation of a faculty member, sight unseen, to manage the complete void of his office; and when his assistant proved to be entirely useless, he sacked her and installed me in her place ’til we could get a full-time replacement.  And now he’s out of here.

He’s got a promotion, and he’s moving on up in the world.  He can make some real change at this new University, and he will be on the right track to do what he really wants to do.  He’s tanned, rested and ready.  This office won’t be the same without him.  Hell, this University won’t be the same without him.

He was my first real-world boss and he is my friend, and I’ll miss him.  But for now, since I have to keep my shit together, I’ll remember that we have Cinqo de Mayo to celebrate, and another party next Friday, and he’ll be back for graduation.  It’ll be easy to pretend he’s just on a business trip.

It’s not goodbye.