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rdean
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I worked at the same company for over 37 years spending the last 20 as a senior design engineer working with the auto and aerospace industries earning 4 patents with two more in the works.
I announced at the beginning of the year I was going to retire at the end of this year. A few months ago, the head office said they wanted a 10% layoff across the board. So I was one of the ones laid off. I couldn't believe how lucky I was. They probably would have laid off someone else who really needed the job. I was planning on just giving my notice at the end of the year and leaving with nothing. But because I was laid off, I was given 30 weeks full pay and health care. I was so happy. Visiting HR, I told her I wanted to dance out of the building. Because I was fired, I didn't even have to spend time training anyone else. I just grabbed my patents off the wall, took a few things from my desk and left.
But there was one sobering point. When HR announced I was being let go, I asked if they give me any type of severance pay, when she said 30 weeks, I told her I wanted to hug her, which I did. She said I was the first person who didn't cry. That stopped me from openly celebrating.
And the timing couldn't have been better.
That very day, I got home early and I wanted to celebrate and my tenant told me his cancer had spread all over his body. That he was going to be getting Hospice help. I didn't know what that is. Well, they come like two days a week to check up on him. It was lucky for him I retired. I fed him, I helped him to the toilet, I wiped his bottom, I gave him medicine, I sat with him for the last couple of months while he told me he wished he could die. That the pain was to great. I gave him morphine. A week ago, he finally died. Luckily, he was a true believer. He was excited he was going to finally see Jesus and because of that, he wasn't scared at all. I envy him for that belief. Fortunately, his 104 year mother and his 79 year old sister and two nieces were able to come and visit him the last two weeks he was lucid.
Then there is this so very long presidential election that has been going on forever. And the two nominees. One, being the most attacked over 30 years in the history of the United States. The other, the most dubious nominee I've ever seen, and I've been voting since Nixon.
And tonight, right across the street from where I live, the Chicago Cubs made it to the World Series for the first time in over 70 years. The streets are packed with honking cars and mobs of people. Strangers hugged me and high fived me on the street. Fireworks going off over head.
Finally, just a few more months and this year is finally over.
Looking forward to the new year without all this terrible drama. I could do with a little less excitement.
I announced at the beginning of the year I was going to retire at the end of this year. A few months ago, the head office said they wanted a 10% layoff across the board. So I was one of the ones laid off. I couldn't believe how lucky I was. They probably would have laid off someone else who really needed the job. I was planning on just giving my notice at the end of the year and leaving with nothing. But because I was laid off, I was given 30 weeks full pay and health care. I was so happy. Visiting HR, I told her I wanted to dance out of the building. Because I was fired, I didn't even have to spend time training anyone else. I just grabbed my patents off the wall, took a few things from my desk and left.
But there was one sobering point. When HR announced I was being let go, I asked if they give me any type of severance pay, when she said 30 weeks, I told her I wanted to hug her, which I did. She said I was the first person who didn't cry. That stopped me from openly celebrating.
And the timing couldn't have been better.
That very day, I got home early and I wanted to celebrate and my tenant told me his cancer had spread all over his body. That he was going to be getting Hospice help. I didn't know what that is. Well, they come like two days a week to check up on him. It was lucky for him I retired. I fed him, I helped him to the toilet, I wiped his bottom, I gave him medicine, I sat with him for the last couple of months while he told me he wished he could die. That the pain was to great. I gave him morphine. A week ago, he finally died. Luckily, he was a true believer. He was excited he was going to finally see Jesus and because of that, he wasn't scared at all. I envy him for that belief. Fortunately, his 104 year mother and his 79 year old sister and two nieces were able to come and visit him the last two weeks he was lucid.
Then there is this so very long presidential election that has been going on forever. And the two nominees. One, being the most attacked over 30 years in the history of the United States. The other, the most dubious nominee I've ever seen, and I've been voting since Nixon.
And tonight, right across the street from where I live, the Chicago Cubs made it to the World Series for the first time in over 70 years. The streets are packed with honking cars and mobs of people. Strangers hugged me and high fived me on the street. Fireworks going off over head.
Finally, just a few more months and this year is finally over.
Looking forward to the new year without all this terrible drama. I could do with a little less excitement.