Molly's last day at the office before her new job was last Wednesday. By Thursday at noon, five people had come up to me to ask if I were "okay" or "dealing with it". By the sixth person to ask at 2 pm, I had to remind people that she didn't die or get sucked up into another reality via a random wormhole. On the other hand, she is going to be working in Midtown so maybe she did. The worst part is that everyone thinks I gave my notice to go back to school because she left. Au contraire--she just happened to give her notice first! I shocked the coworkers by telling them that she and I did not eat lunch together every day; we just left at the same time. She's just going to find a new Matthew anyway, one with better shoes. Advice to the new Matthew: she likes drinking straws; requires cigarettes at 11.30, 12.45, and 4.30; enjoys sandwiches for lunch; etc. Under no circumstances--NONE--can you convince her to wear a hat. Believe me, I tried.
