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wtf mate?

Happy Anniversary to... us.

Everybody stand back! I've got a bottle of Rosa in my little office fridge and I'm NOT afraid to open it!!

What do people do on anniversaries? They reminisce... look fondly on the past... somewhat nostalgic I think. Nope, mine is met with complete chaos, lost luggage that isn't even mine, half our corporate office breathing down my neck for office space and a fucking pizza delivery order for 10 pizzas that I'm about to get mauled for by a bunch of fucking savages! *breathing... heavily*

After 6 years of this, you'd think I'd be used to it... not so much. Maybe if my boss even acknowledged it was my anniversary with the company AND to him, I might feel the tiniest bit compensated for my insanity... and alcoholism. My only saving grace is the man I'm attempting to retreive lost luggage for. It's his anniversary too, one year more than me. He likes to refer to it as the "7-year itch". You see... he's... leaving me.

Mr. Bond (as I'll refer to him) and I have had a wonderful email relationship for years now. Toiling away on his laptop trying to send me reports at 2 AM in the UK. Late night emails, wondering why the other hasn't gone absolutely nuts from this job. There was a mystery, a romanticism, a flirtatious... "je ne sais pas" to our communication. We shared a little more than we should have at times, but the risk made it even more exciting.

Since his arrival Sunday night, we've been discrete, flirtatious, caddy, but there's something else. It's that very hard to find... "there's no need for words, it's all wrapped up in a glance" look that you share with someone. There's an understanding. Almost a longing. In all this, here I am on the phone yet again trying to locate this man's luggage. Delta has completely screwed this up! Damn Mercury!! It's become my mission now, to get this man's luggage back to him before he leaves tomorrow.

I completely empathize with him. The same thing happened to me when I was coming back from India flying into Paris. Much to Delta's amazement, they paid for my $500 shopping spree in Paris. It's all in how you look at it, right? I believe we call that poetic justice. In all this retrograde chaos (I believe it ends tomorrow), this has been an incredible chapter in my novel of life. Not just Mr. Bond, but the entire month has been a learning experience on patience, relationships, understanding, and best of all compassion.

As the workday is coming to an end, my boss has ordered all execs to attend a special dinner at his place... including Mr. Bond. For some reason it saddens me that I might possibly never see him again. He waits til everyone is walking out the office to come give me a hug goodbye. It kills me that neither one of us can say anything, but goodbye. But such is my life. I've accepted this whirlwind of people who enter and leave, some stay for a long time, some are too brief.

I collect myself, sit back at my desk, and share one last long look of sincerity and apology with Mr Bond. I smile gently to cover up my watering eyes. Only to be left with the scent of his cologne lingering around my neck and his baggage claim ticket of lost luggage... and an unopened bottle of Rosa, saved for another time.

Cheers, Mr. Bond. Bon Voyage.

I'm happy we were able to enjoy a few hours, a few drinks, some conversation and a few intimate moments... in person.