Bored to death and tired as hell

I've just gone to Kristina's old cubicle to see exactly what work is going to be like without her. I found her RedLightGreen insulated "library friendly" coffee cup on the floor between her desk and the ventilation fender. The cup appears to be permanently adhered to the floor in a dried puddle of coffee. I love her for overlooking this last detail, perhaps intentionally; it is the perfect way for her to go: "I did everything I could, but the coffee cup on the floor was not high on my list of priorities," I hear her say, "It just isn't in the cards for me."