A week ago was Britney’s last day down in Birmingham. She still works for the company, but she won’t be in the cube right next to me. She won’t be there to reply to everything with “your momma,” or say “that’s what she said,” when appropriate.
No one to discuss Game of Thrones, no one to share Casa Fiesta with. No one to make sure that I’m eating or to share funnies and opinions on other people.
No one to sing Britney Spears or N’Sync or Spice Girls with at the top of our lungs. The past week has been hard without her there; hearing stories about her son and boyfriend, and just talking in general. BUT we of course, did get in a mini photo shoot before she left me for good.
There were only a few tears, and she comes back next week for training, so I’ll get to see her then. But other than that, I’m not sure when I’ll get to see her again. But, I know between texts and emails, we’ll be able to stay in touch.
And I will, of course, make the trek to the midwest to visit her, because that’s what friends do.
I do miss her.
I also restarted Jillian’s Ripped in 30 today, and my legs feel like Jell-o.