..and the hits keep on coming..
Categories: General | February 28th, 2006 | by mattbob | no commentsSo, after the fiasco yesterday and the root canal.. more ‘great’ news. Let me catch you up.
Here at work, when someone retires or resigns, that office will normally take them out for a nice lunch. Since I’d been
working here for a long time (1999), I figured that a really good place was in order.. something unlike what everyone
else does. I chose Cafe Asia in the city as my go to place… it’s trendy, the food is good and the sushi even better.
I went around the office and everyone thought it was a great idea, except for the fact that it would be a 2 hour lunch…
something not well recieved. I’ve never cared for the word “no,” so I proceeded to ask my boss’s boss to clear us for
the mid-afternoon festivities.
Me: “Hey Scott, I was wondering what the possibilities would be for us to be able to travel a little for my going away
lunch”
Boss: “You’re not going anywhere.”
Me: “No, I meant at the end of the month, for my going away lunch.”
Boss: “You’re not going anywhere.”
Me: “I’d worked all the April hours and worked it out with Lukas so that I could leave at the end of March.”
Boss: “I know, you’re not going anywhere.”
By this time, I was having a hard time ‘reading’ him, so I bluntly asked, “Are you fucking with me????” He gaffawed and
proceeded to tell me that my contract was going to be renewed for another year. The expression on my face MUST have been
priceless, to say the least. Here I am, planning to leave the working world in less than a month, to travel up a
mountain range, open ended afterwards.. the best way (for now) to explain it would be to envision stacks of photo albums
stacked on a coffee table, imagine how nice they look stacked up, seven and eight high, probably totaling somewhere in
the 20s.. ready to be flipped through, a story for each of photos inside, ones with sorrow, ones with glee and others
vainfully trying to capture bliss in it’s purest form. Stories of friends met, knowing what’s up with them now, stories
of places visited, wildlife encounters, and more shots that can hardly be explained, but more to be experienced. Got it,
have that concept, that image?
Now throw it all away!! It doesn’t exist! Gone, in an instant! I call it my dream ’stroke.’
I ended up deciding that now was not the time to be burning bridges, so I acknowledged the contract renewal. Sigh.
boo hoo hoo. So, I did what anyone else would do.. I put him outside (where I’ve stacked all my sheetrock that’s to be disposed of) and told Tara that I would deal with it later, after she left.
