The chief of my facility and the head of Human Resources had me come in today to sign the decision letter stating as of close of business tomorrow, I am no longer employed by the F.A.A.
With the direction the agency has gone, I'm not feeling sorry about that. But I did feel bad leaving the building for the last time. Leaving people I'd worked with for over nine years. Leaving friends I'd likely never see again. Leaving a job I loved more than anything else.
The bright side is; I never have to report for work again!
Sounds like it's time for a couple of beers. Or six packs, as the case may be.
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