i didn’t cry. even when michelle started, i didn’t. i didn’t want to cry in front of her. i didn’t want her to continue crying and ruin her makeup. it’s going to be weird, going into work everyday and not being able to say “hey stinky, how’s it going?”

i’ve worked with michelle for nearly four years. i hated her when i started. i thought she was nothing more than a snooty barbie. but then i got to know her. and she’s a barbie. she loves to tan and wear makeup and heels and nice clothes. she’s the consummate girlie girl. if you were to find one woman who was my exact opposite it would be michelle. she’s the most genuine person i know. she embraces her artificiality and she doesn’t care if you like it or hate it. she knows it’s fake and she doesn’t care because she likes it and it makes her happy.

but now she’s moving on. which is great for her. it’s wonderful. something that she really, really needs to do. she had stagnated in her current position and needed to grow.

but i’m gonna miss her like crazy. CRAZY. now there’s nobody to make impotent porn jokes with. i didn’t cry when i was there, but i let a few of tears leak out on the drive home. it’s just amazing how close you can get to the people you work with.