I love my friends buuuuut…

I am overwhelmed with the sheer volume of people who have checked in with me lately. News of my boss retiring moved quickly and our friendship was recognized by many. I’m torn between gratitude for their caring and wishing they would stop. It’s like having a wound that gets ripped open every time someone asks how I am doing.

Not to mention, I feel like a nut. Who actually feels sad when their boss retires? Aren’t we, the worker bees, supposed to rejoice when our whip-cracking coordinator moves on? I mean, he used to send me extra work, like reading board decisions and arbitrations “in my spare time.” Who is happy about extra work?

Apparently  I am. Maybe I am a nut.

Anyway. I hope he enjoys retirement.