The summer that time stood still, Part 1
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
I promised you that I would write about that particular summer.
In the previous year, I had gone to the family reunion in Montana. This is on the Lederer side, my Dad's side. Not all in the can make it, partly because of the distance, and there is always lots of stuff going on in the summertime. I had spoken to my cousin Robbie, who was unable to be there about the event and she was wondering if we could somehow do a cousin-focused reunion. There are 16 cousins on that side, living across America from San Francisco to New York. I was game.
We chatted about it several times during the winter and spring, and set a date. So I am living alone, working at a large financially-oriented company as a regular employee after doing 10 years as a contractor. There is a new young sheriff in town that year, and suddenly we get individual notices to meetings with him. In a conference room. Not his office. With an HR guy as witness.
So I get back from the meeting, having been laid off. My cell phone rings. It is Robbie saying that she just booked the plane tickets for her travel to Montana.
I told her that I had just been let go.