RSKY
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- Oct 5, 2003
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Well........I am officially retired. Worked my last night in a factory tonight.
Why do women get emotional when saying goodbye?
My crew brought food in tonight and we ate at 'first break', that is 5:00. Then I started down the rows shaking hands with my people and telling them goodbye. It is 41 miles from my house to the plant and most live in Martin, Dyersburg, or somewhere else in Tennessee. So they, and I, know we will probably never see each other again.
I made it fine going down the rows shaking hands and slapping the guys on the back, trading insults and jokes, laughing and having a good time...... Until I got to the first young lady (actually about 30-35 but younger than my 56). As I had already done a dozen times I smiled, held my hand out, and said, "well I guess this is goodbye". She looked at me for a few seconds with her chin quivering, then burst out bawling and threw her arms around my neck.
What do you do?
All I could do was hug her back and say "it's okay honey, life goes on".
I have to stop and count. Yep, there are, were, seven women production workers in my section that have worked with me for more than a year. All but one cried and hugged me. The one that didn't is ticked at me for trying to fire her. If she had hugged me I would have expected a knife in the back.
As I continued around my section, which covered about two acres, I had some of the guys I had worked with the longest also suprise me. Two wouldn't look at me. They looked at the machine or at the floor when we talked.
I was not prepared for this.
I left halfway thru the shift.
Now I am retired, and planning on making up for all the years I have been apart from my lovely lady as I tried to make a living.
Life goes on.
Why do women get emotional when saying goodbye?
My crew brought food in tonight and we ate at 'first break', that is 5:00. Then I started down the rows shaking hands with my people and telling them goodbye. It is 41 miles from my house to the plant and most live in Martin, Dyersburg, or somewhere else in Tennessee. So they, and I, know we will probably never see each other again.
I made it fine going down the rows shaking hands and slapping the guys on the back, trading insults and jokes, laughing and having a good time...... Until I got to the first young lady (actually about 30-35 but younger than my 56). As I had already done a dozen times I smiled, held my hand out, and said, "well I guess this is goodbye". She looked at me for a few seconds with her chin quivering, then burst out bawling and threw her arms around my neck.
What do you do?
All I could do was hug her back and say "it's okay honey, life goes on".
I have to stop and count. Yep, there are, were, seven women production workers in my section that have worked with me for more than a year. All but one cried and hugged me. The one that didn't is ticked at me for trying to fire her. If she had hugged me I would have expected a knife in the back.
As I continued around my section, which covered about two acres, I had some of the guys I had worked with the longest also suprise me. Two wouldn't look at me. They looked at the machine or at the floor when we talked.
I was not prepared for this.
I left halfway thru the shift.
Now I am retired, and planning on making up for all the years I have been apart from my lovely lady as I tried to make a living.
Life goes on.