Thirty-one years, and the printer still only works for you. We have no plan for Monday.
You taught most of us how to do this job, mostly by doing it properly while we watched. You stayed late so the rest of us didn’t have to, and never once mentioned it.
The place will run without you. Not as well, and nobody will know where anything is.
Enjoy the lie-ins, the garden and the trip you keep talking about. You’ve earned every one of them.
With thanks, and a little envy,
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