Role-completion-date

...or some such phrase. That's what the Human Resources Professional called the end of the job I have held for nearly 15 years. A best-in-breed best-practice due-diligence pagent was held and I lost. My last day will be some time in April. As much as this goes against my natural instinct toward pessimism, I feel good about it. Severance should pay me until the end of next year. Presumably, this will allow me enough time to find a better job than the one I've held nearly forever.
If all goes well, the corporate machine that employs me will screw enough clients in the process of finding best-in-breed endstate nirvana that one or more of them might make me an offer to work for them.

Eh...I promised myself I wouldn't get too personal on this blog. Oh well. Promises are made to be best-in-breeded out of existence at any given time. Venting a bit here seems like a best-in-breed place to do it. Misses Buck is great as always at listening to me drone on about this shit, but I really can't discuss it with anyone else. So I'll throw some of it against this wall mostly to see what it looks like on the other end.