One of those days and dates one will never forget - no matter how hard one tries, the irony of it all stays - and I think in this case, it is a good thing
Seven years ago - four days short of 26 years of employment - I was - as I term it - voted off The Island -
Of course, now I look back and view it as The Island of Misfit Toys - but I digress -
Those who know me - and have read my previous posts related to this event - know how it changed my life - and how certain areas of my life had begun to change - and thanks to those changes, I was able to handle this - it took some time to recover - although some days I'm not sure I am - that is until I read the emails a past co worker of mine sends after his shift is done - then I realise I would have flipped by now had I still been there -
Thanks to the support of a very special friend - S to be exact - and my family - I survived -
I really don't try to dwell on this event but I can't help but do so - the job had defined me - had been my happy place - but I'll use this song - since it includes what I say - and what I joke will become my tattoo one day -
I'd love to pull out more of Stephen Bruton's tunes BUT I want to get on with settling in - and celebrating - and pondering -
Yes, for a reason AND fur a reason -
If not for my own personal Pearl Harbor Day, I would not have a wet Princess Rainkhloud Siberian Sponge nearby - she's been outside waiting for our rain to turn to the snow 'they've' promised us!
Please check out more of his tunes - I know you won't be disappointed -
SO, thanks to all of you for being there - and being here!
Although I don't normally indulge in adult beverages during my work week, tonight will include one or two - along with a special one finger salute in the direction of The Gulag!
Cheers!
