I went to work in jeans – against the rules. I’m sorry Mr. Vidak, it was my last day, and I figured, “Why not be comfortable? I wasn’t going anywhere. Nobody but my friends would see me, and they wouldn’t care.”
It turned out that I was wrong. Sonia cared. “Don’t you think you should go home and change clothes?”
“No, why I’m comfortable?” I answered a little irritated that she would even suggest it!!! Keep in mind that I am out of the classroom, and my office is the very back office in what looks like a library and student events warehouse. Ok, it is a library and student events warehouse, but we live there, too. (and love being there, BTW) So why would anyone even know I was wearing jeans unless Sonia called the jeans police on me?
“But what if someone was planning to take you to a really special place for lunch?” she persisted.
“Are you planning to take me to lunch?”
“I might be,” she answered somewhat hesitantly.
“Are you?” I was really getting irritated now.
“No,” at least she was honest. “But you might want to go somewhere for dinner. Do you have plans for dinner?”
What I didn’t know was that she was getting desperate. She had plans to get her hair done, not take me to lunch. She was no longer my secretary, and secretaries are always the ones who plan retirement parties. I had no secretary anymore, so I wasn’t expecting anything except a piece of birthday/retirement cake at our monthly meeting.
With Paula’s help, Sonia finally convinced me. It was less time-consuming to stay in town and go shopping, so Paula helped me, and I came back decently dressed for my nonexistent party. Glenn ordered lunch and we sat at the table in the most warehousy part of the office and enjoyed a wonderful lunch. (But I was still irritated about getting dressed up for it!!!)
The rest of the day went as I had planned it. Writing notes for a new person that would take my place, cleaning all the personal pictures and information off my computer, and other last-minute tasks. I was there until almost 6:00 when my husband and I were planning to meet his business partner and girlfriend for dinner.
We walked to the restaurant from his office. As we walked in the door, I saw my friend Janet sitting next to my friend Melissa from Fresno (out-of-town). Then I saw Glenn. Paula had planned this all for about three weeks.
So much fun! It was all about ME!!! “I bet you are glad you wore your new blue dress now, aren’t you?” wrote Sonia in a VERY long note on her card!!! I almost had tears in my eyes reading her card while everyone around me was talking and laughing.
Then Laura presented me with a box of just-baked snickerdoodle cookies – one of my favorite cookies, which I promptly hid under a napkin on my lap.
I don’t share well!!! It wouldn’t be polite to share when there wasn’t enough for everybody.
My longest long-time (not oldest) friends had prepared a History Day skit for me with me as the HD entry. I ended up winning the “All That” Award and a bag of chips.The entire evening was so wonderful, and I’ll never be mad at Sonia again for insisting that I dress up for “work”. Oh, that’s right I don’t go to work now.What ever am I going to do?