i once had a co-worker who became my absolute best friend. I connected with her on a different level. She was older than me, much cooler than me, unbelievably funny, charismatic, and smart. I totally looked up to her.
On the days worked sucked, we would talk for hours, through chit-chat, texts, funny phone calls and emails, haha.
we’d talk about striking it rich to get out, or talk shit about other employees and laugh at inside jokes. we would make funny faces and pass notes like little school girls...but it didn’t matter because we both enjoyed it so.
On the days work was good, we ate lunch and talked about our passions, like art and music. She was a really philosophical lady, so our conversations would get really deep. I never wanted our lunch breaks to end, because I was so enveloped in our conversations. Talking to her was like a breath of fresh air, because almost everyone else in the office had an IQ of 1.
I looked forward to seeing her everyday, and would immediately stop over to her desk first thing in the morning to talk about what was on tv the night before, or the new girl, or the guy down the hall....whatever the day brought we brought up.
We knew each other’s families, we knew each other’s lives, we had friends of our own, but nothing matched our own friendship.
As I mentioned she was smart—really smart, and therefore great at her job. She excelled in all things, but mostly the creative aspects of the job. She made things with her hands and would often gift me with things. All are my treasures now.
One day she found out she was getting promoted to our sister company on the other side of the globe. She was excited because she had some family there waiting for her, and her husband relocated there some time ago. But she also liked working at our company, and was hesitant to leave.
My heart hurt when I got the news, even though I knew she would be so much happier there.
We didn’t have a big farewell party, but I told her how much I loved her, how much I would miss her, but how happy I was that she was going off to a place with a world of different opportunities. She was too cool, too talented, too smart...too much of everything for our small company. She needed to be in a space that was wide enough for her spirit.
She thanked me for being her best friend, and told me she would always wait for me there. We knew that communication would be a challenge from that point forward, but also took comfort knowing that our connection was strong enough that we could “feel” each other’s vibes from miles and miles away.
I couldn’t make it to see her on her last day, but since we had already said our goodbyes, I knew she wasn’t too upset, at least I hope she wasn’t.
After she left, work was never the same for me. A new Young and funny girl has become my go-to gal, and we have a great time together, but no one has filled my old friends spot.
Everyday, I stop by her desk and silently say hello. I give her the days gossip in my head, and giggle when I think of her responses. But, like I said...my days aren’t the same. At the end of the day, I stop by her desk and again, tell her about my day. I smile when I think of her, even though my heart frowns at how much I miss her.
In the end, I’m thankful that I got to work with her. I’m thankful that I shared time, space, and laughs with her. I’ll never find someone with her unique perspective, but I think that’s a good thing. It makes her all the more special to me.
When life is your job, it makes it so much cooler when you have great co-workers , ya?
It’s been almost a year since you “transferred” jobs. I miss you a lot Reiko-san. Thank you for being an amazing co-worker, best friend, and my mother. ❤️