Gotta do something 'cause I cain't do this no more!
It sometimes takes longer for some to realize that they should move on.
I get complacent and end up over-staying my welcome. Corporate America
will always roll out the welcome mat for you only to unceremoniously
yank it out from under you. It happens all the time. My father worked
at the same job for 35 years. Poor bastard. I worked at the same place
for a time and was there when he was shunted aside and finally told to
retire at age 71. He only had a 3rd grade education but somehow had
managed to secure a position in the Personnel Department. I guess as time
went on he was seen as a poor human resource and was given the option
to quit or accept re-assignment as an Admin. One of his buddies at the
company found a place for him in his group so Dad, who had hired most
of the people at the company was rewarded for his loyalty with a token.
Theman only had a GED which he gained at age 60 and having a young family
(I was 10 when he was 60) he had to suck it up and take it for the sake
of the wife and kids. I'm fortunate to be able to be corporate-fukt and
try to find a different way. So long to Kernie, Darrin, Bald P-Balls,
Baby Beluga, The Inscrutable Isei, Sonny from I-Robot, Fetal Tom,
The Spill-Meister, Stinkat, Christmas Cake and Fingers.


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I remember your father as as exactly the kind of guy I'd want to share a birthday with. An erudite gentleman, in fact, with execellent taste.
But, I ask you, where else but in Corporate Amerika would you come into contact with a Stinkat or Fetal Tom?
Now, I know you're not laughing at my excellent spelling.
He was, as the hebrews might put it, a mensch.
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