Happy Birthday Fuzzy Wuzzy Little Missy

It is my friend Sue’s birthday. I believe she is 32 … at least that’s the number I stopped at so it may be the number she stopped at too.

Sue and I met I think in 1998 or 1997, I’m not sure which. I was a temp at Norwest Bank (now Wells Fargo Bank, or Norwell Farwestgo as I like to call it). I worked for a manager in audit services on a special project that had to do with the whole OMG here comes the year 2000 panic. After being there for more than a few months, the manager I worked for (let’s call him Wally because even though that wasn’t his name, for some reason my mom always called him Wally) decided he wanted the job to be permanent and I wasn’t all that interested in taking the job. So he ended up hiring Sue. She and I met when I trained her in for a week or two. I’ll never forget when she said to me “What is a typical day in this job like?” I laughed hysterically and yet she decided to stay in the job. During the next year she would call me often to discuss the “challenges” (aka Wally) she was facing, many of them the same “challenges” I had faced.
Sue and I became best friends during this process and she and I have been through a lot together — deaths, births, love, hate, marriage, surgeries, illness, moving, coming back — and we have always been there for each other. And the best part is it has all been done with a lot of laughter. So Happy Birthday Sue — have lots of cake and fun (although you have not been feeling great lately).