Our Janitor

Our janitor came to my cube later today, after almost everybody had left, and asked if I was getting ready to move.

Our janitor said he never saw it coming, that our company is merged by another one and now we are moving. He said he though we are gonna stay for a long long time. He said he had worked in the previous place for 25 years.

Our janitor has the coolest car in our parking lot, a 90's black Vette. Cold and dark under the tree. No one else even come close.

Our janitor even rememberd my name, even though I don't exactly remember his and was too embarrased to ask again.

Our janitor is the only black people here, in this all Chinese-Russian shop. But he's cool.

Our janitor said good-bye and we shook hands. He's gone just like our receptionist, HR (yyyyes!), finace and my ex-boss.