Today I was told twice about a co-worker who had passed away. Her name is Jeannie, and the first time I was told it was a shock. The second time it was a poison dart.
Jeannie and I go back some 26 or 27 years at the Internal Revenue Service. We remembered the awful old days, and often talked about how we'd almost be glad to exchange our current workplace for that one again.
It seems odd to me, how much this is affecting me.
The first person to tell me is a mutual co-worker who was herself a bit stunned as she told me. No answers, no understanding. Just the stark reality of someone we knew for so long, now gone.
The second person was a woman who worked in the area Jeannie had worked in up until she retired a month ago or so. She came up to me at lunch and said “Jeannie used to come and talk to you, didn't she?”
That's when the sadness began to seep into my mind like a poison making its rounds in my bloodstream. This wasn't a mutual associate; here was this nice lady who recognised I must have meant something to her co-worker and wanted to make sure I knew something had happened.
I wondered about why, of all my acquaintances and co-workers we've lost in the last 10 years, why is this one so impactful?
At first I applied mindful acceptance to simply accept that this is indeed a real loss; understanding it would come on its own time.
It may simply be because of the long journey we both traveled, not together but forever connected.
When I first became a permanent federal employee, she already was one. It wasn't long, though, before I became her biggest foe.
I didn't mean to be, but I know it was my fault. I'm very much like my mom: on the job, you get in there and do what needs to be done. Sometimes that meant I jumped in when I saw need, without regard for anyone who I didn't realize was already on the case.
The moment it all really hit me was one morning I arrived at work and there was a unit that needed a work leader for the day. In my job, that means someone who manages the unit's work, while the supervisor manages the unit's people.
Me department manager asked me to go deal with it, so I headed off to do my thing: be visible, let folks know that I was there to perform the work leader duties, and just put them to ease.
It was at that moment that Jeannie stood up in the unit and started yelling at me. She had already been asked by the same department manager to be work leader. With angry tears rolling down her cheeks she confronted me: how I was always showing up and taking over, how I was always taking opportunities away from her, and so on.
I apologized and told her it was all hers. She had the assignment before me and I would leave. But it was too late, and from then on I was on her list.
(I felt awful and still do. I haven't really gotten much better about that “jumping in” thing, either. I've never meant to take over, but I know that's got to be how it looks. One day I won't be there anymore, so maybe I'll finally stop doing that.)
One day one of our managers sat us down in separate meetings and asked us if anything could be done to make it so we got along. The manager told me later that Jeannie thought about it for a long time before she finally said “No.”
Eventually she moved to another place in the building and really found some peace. In time, we began saying “hi” in the hallway. As she approached her retirement date, we would chat and laugh about the past, or shake our heads and lament the state of things in the present. She always ended with how much she looked forward to retiring and getting out of there.
In a way, I'm grateful. We patched things up and became just two federal employees again. But my wife reminded me of what I forgot, something I try to explain to others: we were always family. The IRS is a big family, part of the expanded federal employee family.
That's the thing: even when we were at odds, even when I was making a mess of things for her, in the end we were still family and we came to remember that before she left.
I'll mourn now, and I'll actually miss her. We had both traveled that long road, and we were able to bid each other farewell at the end.
Rest easy, Jeannie. You deserve it.