Today was the last day at work for one of my colleagues whose desk is right outside the door to my office. She’s moving on to a new job, one that she hopes will bring her fresh challenges and a chance to continue to grow and develop in her professional career.
I’ll call her Holly Hockey, because she is one of the most rabid hockey fans you can possibly imagine. When the NHL had one of its recent strikes and time passed without a resolution, she became increasingly agitated at the thought of a winter without hockey, and you could hear her spluttering about how it was high time to settle this thing and drop the damned puck! Ask her about how she thought the Columbus Blue Jackets were doing, and you’d get a thoughtful and comprehensive analysis of the rising stars, the disappointments, and some likely personnel changes. But hockey is just one of the things that HH is passionate about: other key interests included her family, Dropkick Murphys, Irish heritage, avoiding painful sunburns, and a nice glass of Jameson’s to help reflect on a week of work well done.
She is one of those “glue guys” — people who help to make any workplace work just a bit better, by being willing to pitch in and help even when it wasn’t technically her duty to do so, by being a friendly face when you got off the elevator, and by laughing at your lame attempt at humor or sharing her ditty about the perils of drinking tequila (“One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.”) Over the years we got to know each other and could share a chuckle on a tough work day. She put up with my guff, and I appreciated it. You don’t quite fully realize the value and impact of such people until they are gone.
We all touch each other in different ways, without really thinking much about it. HH was one of those people who touched her lucky co-workers in a good way. We’ll miss her, but we can’t help but wish her the best as she moves on to tackle a new job.
Now if only the Blue Jackets would start hitting and playing some old-fashioned hockey!