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I heard from a friend today that I haven't talked to in... maybe 2 years. Aside from sending each other Christmas and birthday cards and occasional emails. She emailed me asking me to call her. I should have known something was up then. I was going to wait until I got home but I was too curious so I called her a little while ago.
She told me that our old boss died. The one I had prior to working for my current company. Our boss (Betty) was at home recovering from back surgery and just didn't wake up last Saturday. Betty had taken early retirement as our company was being pulled apart by evile corporate entities... but she wasn't that old - I believe she was 56 at the time, which would make her 63ish now. Too young to die.
She owed me $25. We had a bet (I still have the document signed by myself, Betty, and my friend as a witness) about whether I would be married by the time I was 30. I won the bet, as I'm still single. To collect on it I was supposed to go visit her in the rural town she had moved to, about 3 hours from here. My friend and I both would always SAY we'd go visit her together some time but did we ever? Nope. And now it's too late.
Betty was an artist. She never had time to paint when she was working but she vowed to do it when she moved away. I don't even know if she did or not - we used to email but when my emails got returned as undeliverable a few years back, I just dropped it. I could have called her, but no, Wendy doesn't like the phone! Just dropped it.
I didn't forget her, though. You know the eerie thing? I was thinking about her last Saturday. The day she died. I had gone to the baseball game with Aaron, and he was in this horrible mood when we left because his team lost (and he's moody like that... though he did apologize when we got home so I can't complain). For some reason he didn't head to the freeway. He stayed on this downtown street and slowly drove through a bunch of construction - I wasn't about to ask him why he didn't go to the freeway because he was "in a mood" and I knew it was best just to let him stew and get us home the way he saw fit - no big deal, really, to take surface roads. So we weren't talking, I was just looking out the window thinking while he stewed. And we drove right by where I used to work for Betty, with this friend of mine. I looked at the building and just let some memories come back to me. Before that night, I hadn't really thought about the place much, ya know? It's been 7 years since I worked there.
My friend also feels bad that we didn't go visit her. She and I and another mutual friend are going to get together soon - we ARE, dangit! - probably next weekend (this weekend is out, with Harry Potter). The two of them now have more in common with each other than with me, but whenever any of us talks to each other it's like old times... like no time has passed. The three of us were really close when we worked together, though.
I was just commenting about my antisocialness today on another LJ, too. The truth is, I WILL make the effort to see these old friends again, and we WILL have a good time, but after that we'll probably slip back into our individual lives and go another 2 years without physically seeing each other. How sad.
On an unrelated note... another boss of mine died on this date (7/17) ten years ago, so I've been thinking about him too.
So much regret.
She told me that our old boss died. The one I had prior to working for my current company. Our boss (Betty) was at home recovering from back surgery and just didn't wake up last Saturday. Betty had taken early retirement as our company was being pulled apart by evile corporate entities... but she wasn't that old - I believe she was 56 at the time, which would make her 63ish now. Too young to die.
She owed me $25. We had a bet (I still have the document signed by myself, Betty, and my friend as a witness) about whether I would be married by the time I was 30. I won the bet, as I'm still single. To collect on it I was supposed to go visit her in the rural town she had moved to, about 3 hours from here. My friend and I both would always SAY we'd go visit her together some time but did we ever? Nope. And now it's too late.
Betty was an artist. She never had time to paint when she was working but she vowed to do it when she moved away. I don't even know if she did or not - we used to email but when my emails got returned as undeliverable a few years back, I just dropped it. I could have called her, but no, Wendy doesn't like the phone! Just dropped it.
I didn't forget her, though. You know the eerie thing? I was thinking about her last Saturday. The day she died. I had gone to the baseball game with Aaron, and he was in this horrible mood when we left because his team lost (and he's moody like that... though he did apologize when we got home so I can't complain). For some reason he didn't head to the freeway. He stayed on this downtown street and slowly drove through a bunch of construction - I wasn't about to ask him why he didn't go to the freeway because he was "in a mood" and I knew it was best just to let him stew and get us home the way he saw fit - no big deal, really, to take surface roads. So we weren't talking, I was just looking out the window thinking while he stewed. And we drove right by where I used to work for Betty, with this friend of mine. I looked at the building and just let some memories come back to me. Before that night, I hadn't really thought about the place much, ya know? It's been 7 years since I worked there.
My friend also feels bad that we didn't go visit her. She and I and another mutual friend are going to get together soon - we ARE, dangit! - probably next weekend (this weekend is out, with Harry Potter). The two of them now have more in common with each other than with me, but whenever any of us talks to each other it's like old times... like no time has passed. The three of us were really close when we worked together, though.
I was just commenting about my antisocialness today on another LJ, too. The truth is, I WILL make the effort to see these old friends again, and we WILL have a good time, but after that we'll probably slip back into our individual lives and go another 2 years without physically seeing each other. How sad.
On an unrelated note... another boss of mine died on this date (7/17) ten years ago, so I've been thinking about him too.
So much regret.