it was a wednesday morning and i woke up from a nightmare, i wrote it down on a pink post it note and folded it into a small square and put it in my shirt pocket, so i wouldn’t forget. transportation and traffic problems got us to work late so that put me behind schedule and the day hadn’t even started yet.
he said in the morning that he wanted to go over the schedule for our projects this afternoon. it was a payday and that is a whole deal in itself. i ran errands during lunch and got back to have the meeting with him.
‘this is actually a talk’ he says. i sit down. ‘i’m afraid we have to let you go.’ i blink a few times in silence. ‘today could be your last day but we’ll pay you up until…blah, blah, blah.’ we talk a bit, agreeing that upper management’s is ‘difficult to read sometimes’ and that i would be hard to replace (uh huh, hmmm..) . we go over how i’m going to tranisition out of this place. and as we sat and talked, i pulled out the pink post-it note from this morning and handed it to him as i got up to leave his office.
‘what’s this?’ he says. ‘it’s a nightmare i had last night, open it and read it’ i say. i wait to see his reaction before i leave. he opens the note, it says…
‘today, i will lose my job. -e’
he looks up only to see my back as i walk out saying ‘i hate being right all the time.’