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The Way I’ve Scene ItBY DENISE POYERa fan of goodbyes. I am rather impar- tial about it too. I do not like saying goodbye to someone I care about who is leaving me for longer than a work day,The high school years consisted of a long string of wishes, wants, and hopes, and in the end, there was of course a giant goodbye, which you know I hate.I don’t like to say goodbye to people who have died. I do not like leaving my dogs at the kennel, and God help meat the airport, because once we have embraced, I cannot look at you again because I’m already bawling.I meant to get a part time job whileI attended KCC, but I ended up selling office supplies for 10 years anyway. That was a fun job and I made good friends along the way. That’s where I met my dear friend, Jay Moore II. We had so much fun working together. There was never a shortage of antics be- tween us. At some point, the road called him, and he left us to work in Atlanta for a while, so there was a goodbye, but somehow, Battle Creek had a stronger pull, and he came back to us! Yay!I have moved into his office, and I work from there parts of every day. It can’t be over, can it? I am not ready to say goodbye. At this point, I have spent more years with him than without him. He is a bright spot in every day. He has been a smart, helpful, capable col- league, and faithful friend. While I will miss his skills more than he will know, I will miss his own self even more. In the wake of his departure, that weird feeling that comes with loss will set in for a while, and I suspect I will live despite it, but I will come back from the goodbye somehow changed.There are particular goodbyes that suck. I hate parting ways with my life- long friend, Terri Sue, who lives 2000 miles away, but bidding farewell to my Aunt Gayle is exhausting, because we both can’t stop crying. The Hub is the worst one. When we were dating back in the 1800’s, I once watchedas he, in his blue Chevy pickup witha 2” lift kit and whip antennas, leftmy driveway and faded around the corner into the night as I stood on the front steps. It was such a sad, lonely feeling, that 40 years later, I still will not watch him drive away. I love it when he goes off with his buddies toIn 1990, opportunity pounded on my door, and then it was my turn to leave. Saying goodbye was awful, and despite the wonderful new career that would ultimately span three decades, I missed my office supply peeps terribly. When the winds of good fortune blew again,I transferred into the position I have today, and my beloved Jay filled the spot I vacated. That was more than 26 years ago.I hope you flourish in this new chapter of your life, my longtime friend. Let’s make a lunch date for November 6, 2022, when our worlds will align again as retirees. Maybe I’ll be done bawling by then.Dress it up however you like. So long! Farewell! Until we meet again! You are fooling no one. It is all the language of leaving, and I never have beenthe races for a few days, but I cannot watch him leave!Life has picked up speed for both of us as the years tick ever faster past 50, and being the traitor that he is, Jay will retire at July’s end. Because I am the mature adult that I am, I have acted out like a 15 year old since the announce- ment was made. I put stuff in his office (listen, I thought he could use some sanitary supplies, okay?) and I write sassy things on his whiteboard. Today, I wrote CANCELLED on his retirement countdown with the hope of tricking him into staying with me until it’s my time to step away too.Later GatorFor a few decades, time drags while we wish our lives away. Whining and dragging our feet through five perfectly good days to get to the weekend. I won- der what happened to all of those days?ANNUAL REPORT I SCENE 4407 7

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