Tired and retired

 

A card for one of my retiring co-workers currently sits on a table in the breakroom. I haven't managed to sign it yet. It says:

Admired and Retired.

I have had some bad co-workers in my long career of working here in this mineshaft.

Wait, did I say mineshaft? Why would I say mineshaft? I meant library.

I have had some bad co-workers in my long career of working here in this library. Terrible ones, hideous. But they have all had their good qualities too. That's pretty amazing really. And this one who is retiring also had some good qualities. 

I can't particularly think of them right now. 

But it's important to the subject of today's minework. So...

Um..

How about: 

She was very pleasant so long as you didn't look into it too carefully?

Well, I could do better than that, and surely I would if I were picking out her retirement card. I would at least try to choose something that vaguely approximated one of her roughly virtues.

Or barring that I could probably manage to avoid any card that spoke so explicitly falsely of the person.

Whatever one might say, good or ill, of this co-worker, she was not in any way admired. By anyone. At all.

On the other hand I can't imagine anything would have induced me to spend two or three of my hard earned dollars on her retirement card.

So I guess beggars can't be choosers, eh?

I'll sign the card then.

I thought a lot of her.