Parting gifts

I've always wanted to be on a game show, Price is Right, Jeopardy, Who Wants to be a Millionaire, whatever.

I figure I would have a hard time winning, but it sure would be fun to play a game then get great parting gifts.

What a great concept — the parting gift, that is.

Or at least I thought it was until I started accruing parting gifts of another sort.

It seems that whenever someone I've befriended at work leaves, they give me a token, an item by which to remember them.

Here are some things that sit on my desk that used to sit on someone else's.

And while I am truly saddened by the departure of my friends — those people who make my day-to-day work life so enjoyable — I am glad to have such things to remember them by.

My most recent aquistion is the jar of herbs pictured on the right of the picture.

Yep, that's dill weed. (Snicker, I said dill weed.)

I love calling people dill weed. I use it as a derogative. It sounds so bad and it really isn't — it's a herb. It's like calling some one ginger or marjoram (which I would never do becuase I haven't the faintest idea how that is even pronounced).

But still, I've given it that connotation and now I have a jar of it sitting on my desk.

My plan is for it to sit prominently so that I will be asked why I have a jar of dill weed on my desk. My planned reply is "So people will know."

Man, I crack myself up ... oh well, even if all my friends leave, I'll always have me.