Sunday, June 26, 2016

When I'm 64 Part 2, or Unanticipated Guests Arrive.

On my birthday this year, as usual, I presented my three estranged children the opportunity to reconnect with me by very publicly being at my favorite pizzeria in Arlington for lunch.  Four very welcome and gratifying guests appeared during this lunch.  (John and his new wife Riza joined me to wish me a happy birthday and bought me lunch.)

My friend John called around noon and said he knew it was my birthday and that he had read ion FB that I was having lunch at the Lost Dog Cafe and if I wanted company, he and Riza would be delighted to join me.  I welcomed them to come, and we ordered a large pizza when they showed up, enough for the three of us and more.  (Then two totally unexpected guests suddenly arrived.)

Well, two more additional guests did arrive, rendering me thunderstruck.  Shortly after the pizza arrived, I glanced out the window and was astonished, and deeply touched, to see a co-worker, Lisa, walking towards the entrance carrying her three-week old first-born, Jacqueline.  (Though adorable, let sleeping babies lie.)

I had recently worked closely with, and came to admire, this excellent lawyer on several difficult matters at work before she suddenly went on maternity two weeks early because the baby came then.  It was the mother and daughter's first outing in public and she came to cheer me up, also having read about my lunchtime intentions on FB, and as John observed later, it was apparent that there was a good working chemistry between us as we easily and animatedly discussed public matters at work over lunch while the baby slept in her car seat nearby.  (Practicing at grand parenting.)

Saturday, June 25, 2016

When I'm 64...

The Beatles sang about it on their Sgt. Peppers album in the song, When I'm 64.  "Will you still need me?"

In the case of my job, the answer came down unmistakably, a month after the fact, from a manager either acting on his own or in tandem with the rest of the managers in my shop, in the form of an, uh, in-person communication from him that indelibly said, "No."  So last month I retired rather than report to an increasingly hostile and untenable work environment each workday.

After more than 25 years of outstanding service, it's a shame.  But that's the way the game is played these days, whether it's legal or illegal, by mid-level managers fighting to advance their careers above all else, when dealing with workers a generation apart from them.

The above is only my opinion, of course.  This particular manager announced shortly after I left that he was leaving to take a job elsewhere.

He'd been there 7 years, the last 3 as a manager, and he didn't want to "calcify," he reportedly said.  He needed new challenges.

In my opinion, he had way too much recent baggage to stay, being the chief henchman in driving out workers two decades older than he.  His fingerprints were all over two of the three sexagenarians in my former shop being forced to leave in the last year due to age discrimination, one via a forced transfer and in my case, a precipitous retirement.

He certainly never met the challenge of being an effective manager.  In my opinion, it was management by bullying.

Friday, June 24, 2016

Waiting for Godot

Where was I on the penultimate day of February during this leap year?  At my favorite pizzeria having lunch, as usual on any of my sons' birthdays.

No one showed of course.  It's a little ritual I have, because maybe one of them will show up someday.

This one, Danny, as I found out this month, is now married.  Good to know.

He coulda brought his wife, or his brothers, or any combination.  Welcome to the family, Laura.

Thursday, June 23, 2016

I've been runnin'

I've got the card reader in the Mac, some time on my hands and I'm ready to upload!  Yeah, I been running' this year.

I run 5 times a week.  The mileage isn't important, the number of days running is.

Five times.  In the late spring, when I was still working (being overworked), my weight ballooned to 195 as my run days were cut down to two days a week because of the unrealistic demands at work (do more with less and we [a new generation of management] will advance ruthlessly on your back).



Now that I'm no longer working (yeah, I'm pointing directly at you Chris), I run five times each week.  My pre-run weight has settled into the high 170s.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Dad's Day 2016

I had a nice Father's Day on Sunday.  I went out for a run, four miles of somber reflection on the past decade of Father's Days without any contact with any of my children.

It's called PAS.  It's real.

A friend called and invited me out to coffee and bagels.  I always enjoy being with her.

Another friend who is about the age of my children but who is light years ahead of those three in compassion and maturity emailed me wishing me a happy day.  My best friend from high school who is in the same exact situation with his children as I am with mine called to wish me a happy day.

Thursday, June 16, 2016

A Throwback Thursday Post

I had posted that I recently found out that my youngest son, Danny, from whom I am sadly estranged, got married last year to Laura, whom I have never met.  Here is one of the last picture I have of him, taken in 2002.

Here is a picture of him from around the turn of the century, a shifty fullback for a McLean football team, who could break off a long TD run.

Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new. 2 Corinthians 5:17

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

A Few Faves

I have a few favorite pictures from running around the District in past years.  This shot I caught early one morning showing a striking reflection in the water under the Key Bridge.

This photo shows my all-time favorite flower, a delicate circular purple ball of blossoms in a flower bed  lining the Mall.

This picture was taken by a friend from atop the Washington Monument during Cherry Blossom time, looking past the Tidal Basin towards the Virginia shore.
 
Here's one of my favorite posed shot from a couple of years ago, eavesdropping outside one of the Smithsonian museums.