Early last December, there were 64 people working on the same project as I. Then just before noon on December 14—a day that will live in infamy—the government bureaucrat in charge of our project called my boss and said,
“Hey, Ken, I’m going to send out an e-mail explaining that we’re canceling the project. Everyone in our division will get a copy (1,400 folks). There’s a war going on and we didn’t get the funding we wanted.”
“You’re gonna do what?” I heard my boss holler. “No! No! Wait! Wait! Let me tell my group fir—.”
Bureau C. Rat said, “I’m clicking the Send button as we speak.”
All among our cubicles we heard little e-mail bells go, “Ding.” Moments later we heard—over and over again—“What the…? Hey, what’s this?” I saw my boss stand up from his desk, slam his door and then I heard him scream and protest like a pro. If it had been a ball game he would have been thrown out of the game. I’m telling you, that man is one great boss, but he hasn’t figured out how to deal with lunacy yet.
And that sound of weeping and wailing you heard coming from the Heart of America was the sound of 60 quality IT people suddenly dangling without work—two weeks before Christmas. “Thank you, Uncle Sam.”
Well, that left four people to sorta monitor the project. Until February 22 when…well I knew it was coming. I just couldn’t find another job fast enough. I’ve been outta work for over a month now.
Our pastor has been preaching a series of sermons titled “Immeasurably More…” Excellent, excellent sermons and quite encouraging to me right now.
“Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever. Amen.”
Amen, indeed. I'm sure there is something wonderful for me, just around the corner.
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