gratefuled
Recycles dryer sheets
- Joined
- Oct 1, 2004
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I am done, my friends. Just hung 'em up.
Life is a pie in the face, or perhaps the kiester. Irony is everywhere, and even the sad clown is guffawing.
I was planning to leave my job this year, with a FIRE in my belly, until my CEO called me into his office and informed me that, ahem, he was sorry to have to let me go. I kept the joy off my face, knowing full well that the standard severance package would be worth about a hundred and fifty gravy...er, I mean, grand, in addition to the nut I'd socked away.
I mean, hell, I was going to quit free gratis. And this fellow wanted to pay me to leave. So I hung my head, agreed, and began winding things down.
And today was my last day.
The Cinnamon Girl and I are moving back to Tennessee next month, and meanwhile I'm going to do a few things: write, drink, laze in the sun, and generally make merry. The house is sold, the bags are packed, and the checks are all cashed.
I'm thirty-six, brethren and sistren. My daughter's a year old, the rivers are full of fish, and I haven't seen Europe yet. I don't know when, or if, I'll ever go back to work...but I sure enough have time to think about it.
So I bid you cause no lasting harm, and tip your hat to no man.
Selah.
Ed
Life is a pie in the face, or perhaps the kiester. Irony is everywhere, and even the sad clown is guffawing.
I was planning to leave my job this year, with a FIRE in my belly, until my CEO called me into his office and informed me that, ahem, he was sorry to have to let me go. I kept the joy off my face, knowing full well that the standard severance package would be worth about a hundred and fifty gravy...er, I mean, grand, in addition to the nut I'd socked away.
I mean, hell, I was going to quit free gratis. And this fellow wanted to pay me to leave. So I hung my head, agreed, and began winding things down.
And today was my last day.
The Cinnamon Girl and I are moving back to Tennessee next month, and meanwhile I'm going to do a few things: write, drink, laze in the sun, and generally make merry. The house is sold, the bags are packed, and the checks are all cashed.
I'm thirty-six, brethren and sistren. My daughter's a year old, the rivers are full of fish, and I haven't seen Europe yet. I don't know when, or if, I'll ever go back to work...but I sure enough have time to think about it.
So I bid you cause no lasting harm, and tip your hat to no man.
Selah.
Ed