Debbie's Retirement
So, it really happened, Debbie. You Retired. And, there's no hiding it: I'm a mess. You know when something really, really terrible looms in your future, and dread comes with it, and yet when that actual time finally arrives, it was even WORSE than you imagined it? Maybe you don't, but that's how your Graduating away from Import Tractor Parts has profoundly impacted and affected me. Yes, you have a Graduate Degree in tractor parts. Not merely Honourary; Hands on Practical: Debbie Giberson, BP. (Bachelor of Parts). I don't know what good it is, but there it is anyway. The Time went so fast. Oh, so fast. And the day I dreaded so much just rocketed up on me like a jet-powered bomb and blew up all over me. I could hardly rasp out a word to you this final week of our working time together because the precious remaining Minutes were ticking by, eaten up by the clock in its relentless, insatiable, heartless manner. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock... How can I be so sad f...