If there’s a good part about losing your job after years and years and years of selfless service it is this: the opportunity to be alive and kicking to hear people say nice things about you. Like being alive at your wake. Ew, but really. To hear directly from the horse’s mouth exactly how you made a difference in someone’s life on a daily basis. And to hear it from
Four for Four
I’ve been beating my brain to remember the names of colleagues and friends I worked so closely with nearly a decade ago. How I can remember where we kept the secret stash of copier toner to this day, but not my VP of marketing? Weird, that selective memory. We knew each other so well back then, how could I possibly forget? Day in and day out . . . nights too, and