Fast Forward!

It took over two months for everyone to get their act together and figure out how to pry their feet out of their mouths. On July 17 I finally got a letter, notifying me that my last day would be September 17.

My last 60 days were very interesting. My immediate supervisor avoided me. Since his office was in another part of the building, he was able to slip in and out using a back door, therefore avoiding my office which was right beyond the front door. Other folks, with whom I had worked very closely, also seemed to be doing the "avoidance dance."

I think they felt that any association with me might spread the reorganization virus.

I used my time wisely ... coming in late, leaving early, burning off excessive sick and vacation time, but not any more than necessary. You see, I'd be paid for 240 hours of vacation and up to $5,000 worth of my sick leave.

It really was a great way to transition into what was going to be my new existence.