Wasn’t it just a couple of months ago when I wrote that my sane coworker was leaving the team? Now Biblethumper-Grump is leaving!! There will only be three of us left! Major bummer. We’re about to get an intern in a few weeks but who knows how long she’ll last. Once the interns figure out the boss’ crazy ways, they usually leave for a new rotation. This bums me out. I mean, I’m happy for them. The defectors. The deserters. The turncoats. Truly, I am. But the truth is, I want to leave too. It sucks to be the one left behind. Plus, Grump totally doesn’t appreciate the beauties of where he’s going. I’m telling him about the farmers’ markets where he is, museums, the botanical gardens, restaurants and he’s unaffected. The most blank, so-what expression ever. “I don’t like shopping.” “I don’t like dining at expensive places.” Now you know why I call him Grump. Grr.. good riddance! 
Oh and he already told me he’s not going to share contact info with us at his new place. When I asked, he responded “Probably not. I’m going to be very busy there.” Ouch. I wasn’t even asking for the information so we could bug him about work. It’s just nice to keep in touch and whatnot. Or not.
One good outcome I can think of right now: my boss is nicer.
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