Been quite a while since I've blogged here. I probably should have been doing it for the past 50 weeks and I don't exactly know what the reluctance was. Either way, I've been biking it since early Feb '14, when I was shipped back after 2 rounds of cuts. My (no longer new) new group was the whipping boy for this sort of thing and it's somewhat relieving to know I won't have to worry about this for the foreseeable future. This will be my last full week at ALM. I'm 6 months shy of 10 years. My whole professional and adult life has been as an employee of this company. My entire time as a husband and father have been financed by checks from here. There are about a dozen people I'll truly miss seeing every day and it may bring a tear to the old ojos.
A wintry mix was originally forecast for the morning, and instead a drizzle began just as I left. I've had worse. Much, much worse.
In the last nearly three years, I've been with the Custom Projects Group and I've worked with a lot of really good and talented people. There were a few do-nothings and lackluster folks who are no longer here and I do not miss them. Unfortunately I had to re-learn a lesson that Smithers taught me, which is to expect that your manager is not on your side. If by some twist he/she turns out to be one of the good ones, then consider it a bonus. But it's not a given. I have that in mind for the next venture, which will start on the 26th.
I can't really hear the power metal I'm keyed in to, but it's just loud enough to propel me. My clothes are getting damper and darker. I had a hard sleep last nite. Probably from the good workout after nearly 3 days of rest.
Except for a handful of odd scenarios, I only go to and from Bklyn. It's safer and shorter. While the length of the Penn-to-Wall St. ride would have better fueled the calorie burners more, the construction near WFC seems to be ongoing and I want to avoid cars as much as possible. The Bridge has a steep enough incline and decline and it's only this time of year during which I worry about riding the brake down. Especially at night.
My glasses are getting fogged up as I'm going down Nassau Street. The last Monday I'll have at this company and building possibly forever, certainly for the long-term. "Time marches on without us all..."
Thank you for reading.
Gamma Ray: Time To Break Free, As Time Goes By
Helloween: Time Marches On
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