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I was shown the pasture today. Thankfully it wasn't the glue truck.

At 1000, I was invited to a meeting in the boardroom. Much to my surprise, there was my boss, having driven down from Mansfield in a snowstorm. The head of HR was there, and we had my Boss' boss and the VP of HR on video conference.

They gave me a letter and my last paycheck and started to launch into a heartfelt and complicated dissertation

"OK," I said. "Let's get to the nub. No problem. I'll go turkey hunting."

I've been there 5 years. I was retired already when I took the gig, and just didn't like staying at home and writing novels. It was a nice gig, but I have always had a propensity for working myself out of a job. I finished up my big projects before Christmas. They were shutting down the plant starting last June. I thoroughly accepted getting aced. I'd been waiting for it since August. I was just happy I got past the 1st of the year; they have to pay me for 3 weeks of vacation on top of the severance package.

My boss was new to all this. She stuck with me while I cleaned out my desk and let me go around on the floor and wish folks goodbye. I haven't had so many women cry over me leaving, but that's how it goes. I made it home by Noon.

What now? If anyone needs a bit jockey, I'll talk to them. I've got 40 years in the profession. However, I've got 200 acres of prime deer and turkey land that I'm aching to get back to. I also have a new Brown Bess musket that needs to be broken in. I think this may be my last round-up. Tell the girls at the whore house I'll miss 'em. Somebody drop by the saloon and tip the bartender for me.

I was shown the pasture today. Thankfully it wasn't the glue truck.

At 1000, I was invited to a meeting in the boardroom. Much to my surprise, there was my boss, having driven down from Mansfield in a snowstorm. The head of HR was there, and we had my Boss' boss and the VP of HR on video conference.

They gave me a letter and my last paycheck and started to launch into a heartfelt and complicated dissertation

"OK," I said. "Let's get to the nub. No problem. I'll go turkey hunting."

I've been there 5 years. I was retired already when I took the gig, and just didn't like staying at home and writing novels. It was a nice gig, but I have always had a propensity for working myself out of a job. I finished up my big projects before Christmas. They were shutting down the plant starting last June. I thoroughly accepted getting aced. I'd been waiting for it since August. I was just happy I got past the 1st of the year; they have to pay me for 3 weeks of vacation on top of the severance package.

My boss was new to all this. She stuck with me while I cleaned out my desk and let me go around on the floor and wish folks goodbye. I haven't had so many women cry over me leaving, but that's how it goes. I made it home by Noon.

What now? If anyone needs a bit jockey, I'll talk to them. I've got 40 years in the profession. However, I've got 200 acres of prime deer and turkey land that I'm aching to get back to. I also have a new Brown Bess musket that needs to be broken in. I think this may be my last round-up. Tell the girls at the whore house I'll miss 'em. Somebody drop by the saloon and tip the bartender for me.

Ah well, there’s always work out there for those willing to do it. I had that happen to me on Wednesday, April 10, 2019. I wasn’t too surprised as the big boss was a suck ass cuck who brought in his buddy to be over the rest of us. I was among the last of the team to go. Most everyone else had quit or been fired in the months leading up to me getting the axe. They paid me through the rest of the calendar year along with six weeks accumulated vacation + medical. It was glorious. I had a job interview on that Friday and three job offers before the end of the month. Paid off 1/3 of the remaining balance of the house with the double income. Unca Sugga sure appreciated it too when tax time rolled around. Ended up making 50% more at the new job than I was previously with a much more generous retirement plan to boot. Success is the best form of revenge.

Last summer the VP took me to lunch and told me the big boss had been fired and my supervisor demoted. He begged me to come back. I politely declined but that was the best damn lunch I have had in quite some time. I’ve 7 years to go before I hit 59.5; but will probably hang it up then. I’ve enough money saved to be comfortable and am getting to a point where I just don’t care anymore.

I retired last June and now every day is Saturday. When someone asks, “what do you do now?”, the answer is, “whatever I want”.

Ah well, there’s always work out there for those willing to do it. I had that happen to me on Wednesday, April 10, 2019. I wasn’t too surprised as the big boss was a suck ass cuck who brought in his buddy to be over the rest of us. I was among the last of the team to go. Most everyone else had quit or been fired in the months leading up to me getting the axe. They paid me through the rest of the calendar year along with six weeks accumulated vacation + medical. It was glorious. I had a job interview on that Friday and three job offers before the end of the month. Paid off 1/3 of the remaining balance of the house with the double income. Unca Sugga sure appreciated it too when tax time rolled around. Ended up making 50% more at the new job than I was previously with a much more generous retirement plan to boot. Success is the best form of revenge.

Last summer the VP took me to lunch and told me the big boss had been fired and my supervisor demoted. He begged me to come back. I politely declined but that was the best damn lunch I have had in quite some time. I’ve 7 years to go before I hit 59.5; but will probably hang it up then. I’ve enough money saved to be comfortable and am getting to a point where I just don’t care anymore.