Change of plans

8 Jun

On Wednesday, at 11:15 a.m., I found myself alone and sobbing in a parking structure.  At 11:15 a.m. on a weekday, I generally expect to find myself at my desk at work. And actually, at 11 a.m., that’s exactly where I was, calmly entering changes after a proof.

But 15 minutes later, I’d been asked into my boss’s office, introduced to a kind but weary HR rep, and politely told that I would no longer be needed on the fifth floor. Effective immediately. And so I’d numbly gone back to my desk, gathered up my things, and stumbled out to the parking structure, handing over my security badge at the front desk (good riddance, really; the picture was terrible). I’d find out later that I was only the first of many to be called in that day.

So I wept and hiccoughed in the car for a while and then called Henry and repeated the drill. Finally I took a few deep breaths and drove out of the garage for the last time.

I can’t really think of a good way to tie up this post. Right now, I don’t feel like putting a neat little bow on this experience. If I’m honest, it’s terrible and heartbreaking and I’d rather not go through it, thanks. But I hope tonight’s fortune cookie is right, that there’s something good around the bend. I think that’s the best as I can do right now.



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