Mom and Dad really should have given me a little brother

Just over two years ago I hired a 23-year old kid named Kegan to work for me as a runner. He only worked for me for a couple of months before he moved into the booking department but he and I remain very good friends. For the past two years I've referred to him as "the little brother I always wanted but Mom and Dad never let me have." Unfortunately Kegan was let go in the "Black Thursday" situation last week when sixteen people were laid off from our local office. The good news is he has a very promising job prospect already. The bad news is that it is in California and I'm going to miss him terribly when he moves away.

So, since my little brother is ditching me for the sunny Left Coast, I am happy to say that I have discovered a new little brother, at least for the time being. Last week I wrote about our new contractor at the office. For the past few weeks Cyril has been spending a lot of time whipping our construction project into shape and I've gotten to know him quite a bit. I've decided that he is the perfect little brother (second only to Kegan, of course). It's perfect. I make fun of him for the fact that he hurts himself golfing and for his strong Irish accent. He torments me by discovering all my little pet peeves and bringing them up any chance he gets. I've even decided that I adore his wife - who I've only met via email - and that no matter what she's right and he's wrong just to annoy him.

See, I would have made a great big sister.

What was I saying?

Lincoln always complains that I never finish my sentences. He certainly has a point considering I just walked up behind him and said "Oh no.....We didn't.......ah, screw it." and walked away. That's pretty typical for us around here. That and things like "You know what is really important? We need to make sure we........" before I go walking away. I do it to him all the time.

On the flip side, my co-worker Kegan (a.k.a. my little brother), will never let me finish a sentence. Instead of being patient like Lincoln and letting me think through what I'm trying to say he just jumps in and fills in the blank.

My random thoughts with no end really got to Lincoln one day and as we were sitting at lunch and I trailed off for the umpteenth time he just sighed and said "I sure wish Kegan was here."