I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.

I’d like to say I gave it a lot of thought before writing this entry. After all, it’s been a few days since Sharkie officially left the big purple Why.

But it doesn’t seem like she has. Maybe it hasn’t really hit me yet. I don’t know.

It’s unlike the other folks who’ve left, and there have been so many. She’s not relocating, she’s not someone whose association with me is purely through work – she’s not primarily my co-worker.

So when it came to the customary farewell gift, I was inappropriately non-fussed. But my masters in advanced shopping and other frivolous ways to spend money came in handy and we got her a digital photo frame. No applause, please!

But of course, everyone needs to put a full-stop at the end of a seven year long sentence, so they went all out with the goodbyes and farewells. And rightly so, she’s been a camper the whole time. So I’m sure there were toasts, speeches, hugs and kisses. I missed it. Call me a pragmatist, but I didn’t think the rest of the party shared my sentiment. And since misery loves company, I decided to stay away.

Instead, I’m happy that my friend has decided to move on. I’m happy that my friend is going to pursue other things in life that could possibly make her happy.

So instead of bemoaning the loss or the absence of someone I worked with, I choose to be happy as I usually am when my friends move onto different chapters of their lives, and figure out when we should hang out again for sashimi salad and salmon mentai or to check on the stock at warehouse and muji.

She’s lucky too, if she’d stayed longer she might have to eat the scones I made.