God's Speed Jeff D.
A few years ago I asked for and was granted a transfer to a new job at a new location. I had grown tired of working at the head office and wanted to see what it was like working "out in the field." When I moved, I met Jeff. Today was Jeff's last day working with us. He's moving on to bigger and better things at a new job starting tomorrow.
When Jeff and I worked together in the same office, I had my suspicions that he was a vampire. Now, I know that's a bit crazy because his skin is not shinny, and because--as far as I know--he has not, nor was he ever, been in a fight with a werwolf over a girl's affections. I admit my claim was based on rather thin evidence--Jeff didn't like direct sunlight. He always closed the blinds.
Jeff e-mailed a few of us yesterday announcing the news that he was moving on, taking a profit-generating position in the city. I'm happy for him--he's due for a break. The company where he's going is lucky to get him. Before he left, a few of us who worked with him when he was a vampire...ah, I mean, worked with him when he closed the blinds--posed with our friend for pictures.
Jeff, you'll be missed, but our loss is their gain. I wish you nothing but the very best in your new endeavors. Keep writing music, playing the guitar, and spreading those political views. You're almost always right. Until next time, God's speed.
