One of my most best friends in the world left HCF this week to move to Portland. I am excited for her, for her adventure for the opportunity to reinvent who she is when she get there if she wishes. That is what did in Salt Lake. I didn't change much, but I was able to break free of a few roles I was playing in my life and do what ME, MYSELF and I needed to do. Where she lives, works, eats, hangs out, attends church, all of it will be different. It's an exciting change.
On the other hand, I am really, really, really sad for me. Today was the first full functioning day here in the office without her and it's scary how many times I have wanted to call or run in her office and ask her opinion on something, ask her how to spell something, tell her something funny. I can yell whatever I want in the direction of her office, but her computer is off (for the first time in 6 years), the light is off, the door is closed and no one answers back. I now realize how much I relied on her for...everything.
A typical day. I would come in, late of course. I would say hi, put my stuff down, turn on my computer and go back into her office and tell her about my crazy dream. She would tell me I was nuts and we would begin the "what did you do last night" download. Next we get back to work. I call her or yell to her, no joke, at least 3 times an hour (did I emphasis, at least?) and then we would decide to go to lunch and yell to Lori. L, B, J. Lori, Brooke and Jen.
We would arrive in the cafeteria later than everyone else and leave later, so we could download all the day so far and the conversations that were had. (seem boring, but it never was). We would go back to our desks and let the 3 time an hour calls begin. Might I add, sometimes she called me. :) And at 5 p.m. (sometimes 4:40 ish) we would decide to leave and would walk out to our cars and get in the last bit of conversation we had left in us in the parking lot before we hightailed it for home.
Needless to say, right now, and I am sure for a long while to come, I miss her. We always joked that we, all three of us were sisters. We hated and loved each other like sisters. She could get under my skin and I proudly know I got under hers, but we ALWAYS made up, ALWAYS forgave and ALWAYS had fun, even shelpping boxes.
A typical day. I would come in, late of course. I would say hi, put my stuff down, turn on my computer and go back into her office and tell her about my crazy dream. She would tell me I was nuts and we would begin the "what did you do last night" download. Next we get back to work. I call her or yell to her, no joke, at least 3 times an hour (did I emphasis, at least?) and then we would decide to go to lunch and yell to Lori. L, B, J. Lori, Brooke and Jen.
We would arrive in the cafeteria later than everyone else and leave later, so we could download all the day so far and the conversations that were had. (seem boring, but it never was). We would go back to our desks and let the 3 time an hour calls begin. Might I add, sometimes she called me. :) And at 5 p.m. (sometimes 4:40 ish) we would decide to leave and would walk out to our cars and get in the last bit of conversation we had left in us in the parking lot before we hightailed it for home.
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