I want to tell you about what happened, but I can’t do that without explaining how amazing my group of coworkers are. I’ve been at my job for two years, and anyone who works at a desk job knows the 8+ hours a day you spend with the people you work with creates friendships that are vital to survival. They see you at your worst, your most frustrated, they get all your silly emails and they are always up for going out to lunch. It’s like you’re in the trenches with these people, and they end up knowing you in a totally different way than people outside of the office.
Last week, our friend Dave passed away. It was devastating and senseless and a complete shock. In the two short years that I got to work with him, it’s impossible to imagine the office without him; he was one of the nicest people I’ve ever met and was always rallying people for happy hour. He’d pop by my desk daily to ask interesting questions (“What’s the term for when the brand name becomes the generic term?” “Is the word I want ‘ancillary’ or ‘auxiliary’?” “Why is Microsoft Word not letting me change the spacing?!”). I wish I’d gotten to know him better, but I’m grateful for the time I did know him.
Our office rallied together in support in one of the most beautiful ways I’ve ever seen. The number of people that went to see him in the hospital last week spoke volumes about the person he was; there were so many of us that at one point we asked who was left watching the office. On Friday, the day he passed away, a huge group of us decided to celebrate his life the best way we knew how: together, drinking in Dave’s memory. It reminded me how incredible the people I work with are, how important nights like this with friends are, and how short life is.
my beautiful girls
We ordered a round of Dave’s favorite shot (Soco and an orange slice) well before 6pm, and our manager gave a heartfelt toast. It sucked that this was the reason we were all together, but I don’t think we could imagine being anywhere else. Not content with stopping the festivities at 8, we went around the corner to Maurin’s house where we played Wii Dance, Never Have I Ever, Audrey took a million pictures, Maurin made us grilled cheese and we drank all her beer and wine.
Maurin and Hunter dancing to Beautiful Liar.
I really liked Wii Dance.
It sucks that it took something tragic and sad like this to give us one of the most fun nights I’ve ever had, but I think we did Dave proud. We miss you, buddy. The night just wasn’t the same without you.
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