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Today was the retirement ceremony for my boss's's boss, the culmination of eight or nine weeks of planning for a one-hour event marking the end of a man's twenty-eight years of service. The only hitch was that the lady who promised she'd make the punch didn't bother to show up for work today, so that was something else I got to do.
I actually ended up missing most of the ceremony; as soon as it began, I started setting up for the reception in the adjoining rotunda -- making said punch, cutting not said but still there cake, moving food from the hospitality room down the hall, and setting up the blown-up picture the Colonel's secretary had taken of him asleep at his desk. I almost missed being officially and publicly thanked during his remarks, but was able to quickly scoot back in to the auditorium and ensure my cohorts got their equally due credit with heartfelt points, what-ups, and props.
I was exhausted at the end, having been on my feet the better part of four hours in shoes my feet weren't used to, but I was glad to give the man a proper, if simple, send-off.
With cake frosting that turned everyone's teeth dark blue.
Oopsie.