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Today was J's last day at work. He's moving on to better things. He prepared me for this awhile ago, but there's really just no preparing for it. I was pretty much crying semi-secretly all day.

One. I do not do well with change.

Two. With one third of my team gone, the stress level will now be just jolly awful. I will be the most senior person in my department. My source of information and problem-solver will be gone, and if I ever have to call out sick*, all hell will most certainly break loose, or Guy Incognito will have a nervous breakdown.

Three. He's my second best friend at work. The only reason he's not my first best friend at work is because my best friend since the age of 6 also happens to work there. He interviewed me, he was my manager for the first 2 and a half years, and he has kept me sane throughout the days. I will have no one to be a KITH fan with at work, no one to use as my dumping-ground and steam-pressure-valve. No one to send me funny LOLcats and deflect salespeople when I'm drowning.

Okay. Gonna start crying again so I need to stop thinking about it. After all, there is truth underneath all this selfishness, which is: I'm happy as hell for him that he got out, I don't care who knows it, and I'm jealous and proud of him at once.

And he's gonna be a super dad this September.

Happy trails, Mon Capitan.**

*For instance, today I woke up with a painful head cold, but that's just too bad. Dayquil did rock my socks off, though. I love Dayquil.

**This makes it sound like he's dying. I will see him again. I lent him my copy of Neverwhere and Gina needs to read it next.

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