Dammit All

Over spring break I had exactly ONE thing on my to-do list for when I got home: Say goodbye to Jim.

Jim is a retired man who bags groceries at Pick n Save. He originally started doing that to pay for a vacation to Arizona, then he just wanted something to do a couple evenings a week, and then he did it to pay for his move to Arizona (apparently the vacation went rather well).

He's one of the greatest men I've ever met in my life. He cares about people, is easy to get along with, and had always taken a special interest in me and how I was doing at college. He called me "young lady" more often than he called me Catherine.

When I left Sheboygan to come back for spring semester in January, I asked him if he'd be there over summer again. He told me that he'd be there for Easter, but will have moved to Arizona permanently by the time summer rolled around.

So I had planned to wish him bon voyage and thank him for being kind and pleasant to work with and wish him luck and maybe give him a hug or something. But I definitely didn't even set foot in that place over break. I'm hoping that he left a contact address with work so I can write him a letter at some point.

I hate when I screw up things that really matter.