Currently, I am on the short end of a 60 day notice of what Boeing calls a "re-deployment". That is a smooth way of saying I am being removed from the list of Boeing employees. There is a new contract that will attempt to run the operations at the Kennedy Space Center. One thing I am sure of is that the new company (who did not even know that there were life sciences labs at the Space Center) does not think they need me. It is my job and other’s who have employment, NASA types, etc. to inform them of who they need and do not need.
I will either not get a job or will get a fantastic job. I have never had much luck with that middle of the road stuff. When I was a kid and I had to go to the dr. to obtain a physical for school, they would either say that I was the best physical human entity they had ever seen and start calling medical journals to report on this fine specimen or I needed to go check in to the hospital instantly and have a rectal exam because “most people do not sit that way” or some such nonsense. "Yes, young man, your rectum is just fine. The nurse cannot find her wedding ring so you will have to wait a minute or five until we clear this up! Are you allergic to cheap jewelry?"
I refuse to worry about employment any more. I have had two layoffs in the last seven years. I will move if I get re-deployed this time. I will sell the farm for real and move to Georgia the state or Ecuador the country. I think it is time I did nothing and got paid for it. I could be a fine city commissioner or a director of water management. I would be good at a biodiversity council but not at a council for diversity in the workforce. I think we need more people working as a cohesive group and getting along and less individuality recognition.
Boeing has positions all over the country that I most likely could move to obtain. I am not sure of that option though. I will get some retirement pay and a 401K transfer and some severance pay. So be it. As a 55 year old man with low testosterone and according to Joe Theisman and the NFL I have a prostate problem, there is not much employment out there so I will aspire to retire somehow. I just got some chickens. I need to re-deploy that twelve year old that is making noises in the kitchen before he eats the Willys Wanka paint off the kitchen walls. “The snozberries taste like snozberries”
I will either not get a job or will get a fantastic job. I have never had much luck with that middle of the road stuff. When I was a kid and I had to go to the dr. to obtain a physical for school, they would either say that I was the best physical human entity they had ever seen and start calling medical journals to report on this fine specimen or I needed to go check in to the hospital instantly and have a rectal exam because “most people do not sit that way” or some such nonsense. "Yes, young man, your rectum is just fine. The nurse cannot find her wedding ring so you will have to wait a minute or five until we clear this up! Are you allergic to cheap jewelry?"
I refuse to worry about employment any more. I have had two layoffs in the last seven years. I will move if I get re-deployed this time. I will sell the farm for real and move to Georgia the state or Ecuador the country. I think it is time I did nothing and got paid for it. I could be a fine city commissioner or a director of water management. I would be good at a biodiversity council but not at a council for diversity in the workforce. I think we need more people working as a cohesive group and getting along and less individuality recognition.
Boeing has positions all over the country that I most likely could move to obtain. I am not sure of that option though. I will get some retirement pay and a 401K transfer and some severance pay. So be it. As a 55 year old man with low testosterone and according to Joe Theisman and the NFL I have a prostate problem, there is not much employment out there so I will aspire to retire somehow. I just got some chickens. I need to re-deploy that twelve year old that is making noises in the kitchen before he eats the Willys Wanka paint off the kitchen walls. “The snozberries taste like snozberries”
