In a few minutes I have to leave for what will likely be the very last lunchclub with my former posse from Hell, Inc. On Saturday Al, the cutest girl on Earth™, will pack up a UHaul and leave us for Fargo, ND. On Monday she starts a new job.

I was chatting with her earlier this morning and told her how sad I was about the whole ordeal, and that I already hated her co-workers. She said she was sad too. Since she’s the first of the posse to get a job, it makes it all the more real that we won’t be working together again as a group. It’s as though as long as we were all meeting every Tuesday for coffee we could still pretend we were the merry band of software lackeys. But now we can’t, because Al is working somewhere else, somewhere far away.

It’s weird because through this all, I haven’t felt all that sad. Finding out I was laid off didn’t make me want to cry, the actual last day didn’t make me want to cry, but now this, this makes me want to cry. I suspect that maybe I’ve been fooling myself all this time and maybe I am really upset about losing my job. Or at least losing my co-workers. What is wrong with me?