Maybe I should buy the chair
As my time in the workforce winds down, I’m at an interesting “time and place”. For example; today I turned down a chance to attend a training workshop, and it was accepted. Without a shrug. No sense putting more useless data into the bank that plans to move away. On the other hand, my historical notes on any number of operational anomalies are of interest to the younger members. Finally!
I still have months to go, but I can see which programs and intentions to adapt will only enter after I’ve pushed the chair under the desktop for a last time. I wonder who gets the chair? Can I make an offer and take it with me? I mean, we fit each other. The new hire would get something that hasn’t been molded and melded to me.
I think I mentioned that some of my piles of papers will actually enter the archives. Not because they’re important, but because they’re unique. None will travel those paths again. Maybe someone will care that we had a ham radio station in a classroom, or that we burned the first CD in the area (big fire, not…)
This evening, George Stroumboulopoulos went on location, with a modified pair of red chairs. On the beach (sic) in Gros Morne, with Allan Hawco. Epic! A rare glimpse at the life of a lad from the Rock. Playing pool in the Goulds. Bear slapping. Picking up junk and planks. Meeting Mr. Pinsent (with the right tone of awe). Sounds like he had a good time getting to where he is now.
