A simple goodbye would have sufficed...

So this is goodbye...

Well it seems that every time someone writes one of these, they drone on and on about how clever and creative everyone at Rockwell is and how they learned so much and blah blah blah…

So hold on to your panties…here we go:

From Monica, I learned just how high my blood pressure can be pushed before a brain aneurysm occurs.

From Sarah, I learned how to love again.

From Matt, I learned how to love again…a different way.

From Kendall I learned that there is no food you cannot put hot sauce on, including chocolate pudding.

From Ray I learned that it’s possible to suppress project-related-anger to an extent never before seen.

From Kate I learned that no matter how amazing your design is, someone above you will arbitrarily change it to a different color so they can justify their enormous salary.

From David Ostow, I learned how to be funny (this according to Monica, who insisted that he is so much funnier than me but I cant recall a single instance where David showed off his hairy belly to anyone like I did).

From Michele I learned how to use an upturned eyebrow and slight smirk to convey the words “fuck off” better than actually just saying them.

And so I will take all of this…I don’t know…let’s called it “mental debris” and tell it all to my therapist so he can justify his insane hourly rate.

And now I’d like to be sentimental if I could, please bear with me...

If it’s one thing I will take away from my experience at Rockwellgroup...it’s the fact that at no time were all the toilets in working order and that has meant more to me than anything else.

D.

aka Big D, Marchy, Mackinsoda, PimpJuice, Fatty Boom Batty, Dmarch and so on.