There is a milestone that is rapidly approaching that saddens me. The retirement of a good
friend, Bob Cz. Bob worked for me at Duracell and he was just one in a group of people that I considered my extended family. My crazy, illegitimate, cigarette smoking, mayonnaise eating, toothpick chomping Uncle, if you will, (he's the guy on the left of the picture). I care very deeply for my previous group and miss them all very much. I don't think that I will ever have the opportunity to work with such creative, funny, positively crazy people again. But I digress. Bob, you see, will retire soon. I found him living the good life in Florida when I hired him and now he wants to go back, what nerve! I'm sure I will not be the only one who will miss him. Bob is one of those guys that no matter how mad he got, and he had plenty of opportunities, would never curse. It drove me crazy. It got to the point where I would intentionally try to push him over the edge but he would never crack. He is also well like by everyone, incredibly knowledgeable and funny as hell.The guys in Duracell created the Bob-O-Meter that is steadily counting down his remaining days. The last time I checked it read 47 work days, not that Bob is actually "working" these days. Maybe the meter should show the remaining "lounging around, doing nothing but smoking" days left. My biggest regret is that I won't be there to attend his retirement party and to say good bye to him in person. I may have to pay him a visit in Florida when I'm back in the US on business or vacation. He can never escape me!
