pre-slice your limes
Upstairs Office has been peppering me with questions about my farewell party. I still don’t think I left enough of a mark to warrant a get-together, but alas. Eat and drink in my honor we shall.
They have been asking who should be invited to this thing. I tell them I just want people who at least know who I am. They should go around with photos of me, gecko, ant, and some miscellaneous interns. If a person can pick me out of this line-up, that person is invited.
I wonder if they’re going to make me give a speech. I should prepare some biting remarks. Anything, though, will beat out the schmaltz that Ant was dishing out during his goodbye breakfast.



