Don’t that just beat all.
July 5th, 2007 | by Scott Jennings |It was July 5th, the day after a national holiday. My boss and my coworker were both out. I was just back from the gym, my hair was still damp and my skin still flushed and my brow still a little beaded, that shower never quite takes. My VP came into my office and closed the door behind him and told me that today was my last day. He didn’t give a reason and he wouldn’t had I asked; that’s not how this dance is danced. I produced something like my signatures on a few forms, gathered two Tupperware dishes, a plastic tumbler, two bottles of vitamins, and my desk lamp. He walked me to my car. I said, “thank you.” He said, “best wishes.”
I had no idea this was coming.
