May 23 2013
Oh diary, I'm at a loss here. Two months ago, March 30th, and the firm's reorganization was announced. My new boss - someone I'd crossed swords with a bunch of times - finally has his taste of power: he effectively demoted me to a position twenty years too junior for me. I couldn't deal with that humiliation - went to his office , told him to go jerk off with a handful of rusty tacks, walked over to HR and told them I was "vacation-ing out," with my 19 days of accrued time off making up my departure date.
So, yes, the whole corporate departure routine: a guard came to my cubicle as I packed up two boxes of personal stuff
.. no-one in the area could look at me as I did so
Actually, one was helpful. One of the youngest associates - a seemingly sweet young man -- all I really knew was his project group (encryption) and that he was active in the LGBT community at firm. Barry - thank you for helping me out of the building that day. And - though I'd feel awkward saying this to you cause I thought it was a little inappropriate at the time, thank you for that long parting hug and , um, a "nuzzling" (or a kiss?) to my ear as I got into the car.
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Two Score Miles and Ten
General FictionThere are lives we live because they seem more-or-less expected of us, those that offer paths of least resistance, those where so much of our identities are inherited but rarely questioned. And then, there are lives of obstacles and forks in the ro...
