Noted

There it was, sitting at my desk, ready to be dropped off.

A note.

Heavy white paper with a silvered edge, matching envelope. Hot pink ink.

Most people might dash off an email, predestined for deletion, but I wanted to give something tangible, something that could be revisited. It had taken some time to get the wording just right, and I’d figured out the spacing on a scrap piece of paper before committing to the real thing. Now all that was needed was delivery.

I stalled.

These days it’s very easy to criticize and snark, and cutting people down in a seemingly off-hand manner has become a matter of sport for some. But when it comes to lauding someone for their efforts, for thanking them… well, that’s something else isn’t it? Do something for someone where it seems you can’t get anything, and your motives end up questioned. What do you mean you don’t expect anything in return? You must want something.

In the end I decided to deliver it by hand. Goodbye friend, you are appreciated. Let your soon-to-be ex-coworkers assume and cogitate what they want, for you deserve to go with applause.

Even if it is written in pink ink.