Good-bye Mr Wizard

I just have to share this with you....

Thirty minutes after I gave my 8 hour notice I was called into the Director's office. I suspect, without humility, that the sole purpose was to make sure I was not going to “go postal” on them. I sensed the tension in the air when I entered the Sanctum Sanctorum. He closed the door and we took our seats at the round table. I was WAY too content in my mismatched socks and more mismatched earrings. My grin was a bit too wide and my body language far too relaxed.

The FIRST thing out of his mouth was.....

“I just want you to know that there are no hard feelings about your leaving like this.”

I distinctly remember cocking my head to one side like a puppy who is a bit confused by the conflict between words, tone and body language. Dude. Your words say you're in control, but everything else smells of fear. Eeeewh.

I said: “Wow, I am so relieved. “

Basically I was in a sacred place. If Abbey from NCIS and Forrest Gump had a baby.... it was ME.

He didn't seem to know what to say next so I thanked him profusely for my three years of experience at Con-Fun-Med. He asked what my plans were. Still I was smelling fear like he needed assurance that my plans did not involve anger, retribution or a vendetta. I calmly, with a BIG dumb smile explained that we would exhaust our savings and then we could sell the house if “needs be, and live on Love.”
I wanted to offer that I was totally open to someone raffling off a BMW for us, but wasn't holding my breath.
No...that would be overkill and smack of resentment. You can't sell sarcasm with a big, dumb, Forrest Gump grin. Besides. I felt a bit sorry for him. I don't think he understands Kharma.

We chatted for a few seconds more about nothing though I do remember him saying he would be happy for me to come back to work “when all of this is over...” and then I was SO done and rose in a gesture of being the one in power to end the conversation. He seemed most incredibly relieved. In that split second of both of us standing before moving to the door I was overcome and well.... I just couldn't help myself.

I was possessed by the voices in my head and Miss Ornery stepped forward. Hands on my hips I leaned down like he was six inches shorter than me (he isn't) and with a most delicisous grin I said... “Okay, you....come here and give me a hug.”
It was a lovely, delicious hug like Michael Corleone gave his brother Fredo.

Seriously? It doesn't get any better than that. When you can leave hell and bid farewell to the minions in such fashion.... you walk on air. The angels were singing. It was only 08:45 in the morning of my very last day in HELL and there was no way to go but UP. Hot Damn it just doesn't get any better. Oh wait...

A job where I can be a real nurse and contribute my skills and caring without cowering like a dog before the egos of fragile doctors. Hmmmm. I'm on the lookout for THAT.