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ninanevermore.
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I mean, I was all psyched for it. Ready. Mentally prepared. At 10 minutes until 5, I cleaned off my desk and got everything tidy, because I didn’t want my replacement to think I was a slob. I wanted her to think, “Wow, this woman was really with it. How am I ever going to be as awesome of she was?” She can’t be, of course, and I wanted her to know that from the moment she sat down. I had everything prepared.
And for what?
Nothing.
Mike was in Dave's office, talking, when I got ready to leave. I thought maybe he lost track of the time.
At 5:02, I stuck my head inside of Dave's office to wish them both a good weekend (I only meant it for one of them), and to tell Dave that it has been nice to know him since next week he will be in Honduras on a missionary trip for his church and for all I know he will get cholera and die. I figured this would give Mike a chance to say, Oh, by the way...do you have a minute before you go? and I could smile knowingly and say, Sure, Mike, no problem. If it's that important, I can stay a minute or two longer.
But he didn’t. He laughed when I told Dave he could die of cholera or dysentery and leave us all in a bind, but he didn’t call me back to his office to fire me. What the hell? All those candidates parading out of his office, and he didn’t like one of them? Unbelievable!
So I still have a (tiny, cruddy, little, pathetic) paycheck coming in, and I don’t get to sleep in on Monday like I was thinking would be nice.
I can’t tell you how disappointed I really am.
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.
.
I mean, I was all psyched for it. Ready. Mentally prepared. At 10 minutes until 5, I cleaned off my desk and got everything tidy, because I didn’t want my replacement to think I was a slob. I wanted her to think, “Wow, this woman was really with it. How am I ever going to be as awesome of she was?” She can’t be, of course, and I wanted her to know that from the moment she sat down. I had everything prepared.
And for what?
Nothing.
Mike was in Dave's office, talking, when I got ready to leave. I thought maybe he lost track of the time.
At 5:02, I stuck my head inside of Dave's office to wish them both a good weekend (I only meant it for one of them), and to tell Dave that it has been nice to know him since next week he will be in Honduras on a missionary trip for his church and for all I know he will get cholera and die. I figured this would give Mike a chance to say, Oh, by the way...do you have a minute before you go? and I could smile knowingly and say, Sure, Mike, no problem. If it's that important, I can stay a minute or two longer.
But he didn’t. He laughed when I told Dave he could die of cholera or dysentery and leave us all in a bind, but he didn’t call me back to his office to fire me. What the hell? All those candidates parading out of his office, and he didn’t like one of them? Unbelievable!
So I still have a (tiny, cruddy, little, pathetic) paycheck coming in, and I don’t get to sleep in on Monday like I was thinking would be nice.
I can’t tell you how disappointed I really am.
