Today is my last day here at the Corporation. It’s been a great run. In these years I’ve met loads of special people who are like family to me now.
We spent most of our waking hours together through good times, stressful times, good weather, bad weather, births of children and grandchildren, caring for loved ones, happy hours, deaths in our families, tantrums, and silliness.
Through all of it, the show went on. I was amazed on a daily basis by the determination, stamina, and sheer will power to get the job done that you all have.
We all stood up for each other and put up with each other on a daily basis. In between all the hard work and tedium we shared our lives.
I just want to say “Thanks for the Memories.”
A Song dedicated to you all: Danke Shoen
Count down to retirement – 2 days. Today I was looking around the huge room I’m sitting in. Once our group is gone, they are going to cram 3 times as many people in here as there ware before.
To save money, the corporation must reduce the “footprint” of each employee. Sounds suspiciously like foot binding to me! The average space in a jail cell is 6ft x 8ft. The average cube is 4ft x 6ft and shrinking. So if we get thrown in, jail we will have more room to wiggle in and 3 meals provided. Slightly less freedom. Don’t really want to compare it first hand though.
Now I understand that corporations need to be cutting edge, competitive, yada yada. But give me a break. This not some ground breaking, brilliant idea. It’s been done before. Attention Big Wigs, we’ll deal with it. Just don’t expect us to buy the horse poop about cramped quarters leading to collaboration, enhance the sharing of ideas, and so on. All it does allow you to know far more about the people sitting behind you and front of you then you ever wanted to know.
Speaking of the people. I had to choke back the water works today. I felt tears trying to well up about leaving all the girlfriends.I’ll still see them, but not everyday. Once I start hugging, it’s all over. I’ve decided that I’m not gonna give myself a stroke trying not to cry. If I do, so what? I enjoy being a girl. It’s my God-given right to boo hoo when the occasion calls for it.
Newsflash: 51-year-old Rebecca Wells died in her cubicle Friday in Los Angeles while she was performing an audit. Her body was not found until Saturday. Read more >>> Woman Dies in Cube
This is especially sad and weird that no one noticed with the size of cubes these days. I measured mine a while ago. It was in line with size of an average office cubicle; 6′x10′ and shrinking rapidly. The size of an average prison cell is 8′x10′. Go figure. I’ve read propaganda at work about how employees really prefer open spaces and the cubes will soon be a thing of the past. No one I know is looking forward to this. If I died in my cube it would be noticed because of the deafening silence. Or so my co-workers tell me.