Charles Dickens said it best: "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times....". Thursday January 22, 2009 at 2:35 when Gary said: "We are going to make a change in the Director of Manufacturing..." I was fired! Eight years, millions of dollars saved and earned and I was unemployed. Wow.
This was a new chapter for me. I've never been fired. I've never been unemployed. Now I was both. What happened? Where did things go wrong? What did I do wrong? How could this be? What could I have done to prevent this? How could things have gotten this far out of hand? What will I do? What do I tell people? How do we make it? Bret took my phone, my card and my key. Then he walked me out of the building.
I pondered these questions as I drove home that afternoon. I couldn't call anyone ... remember ... phone. I couldn't email anyone. My connection to cyberspace sat idling in my ex-office never to be part of me again. I couldn't get over the 'light' feeling I had as I drove home. There was a smile on my face. It was over. The doom and gloom of the last six months was gone. I was free. I was liberated. I was ..............
