Hell of a Guy

200 Days and Counting…


You bet I am counting and keeping track of exactly how many more days I will work fulltime, “x-ing” them off the calendar one-by-one.  I am actually very much looking forward to January 31, 2012 my last day on the job.  Have I thought about putting it off another year?  Yes, but only very briefly.  There is a part of me, however, that is fighting my decision to call it quits – there is a tug of war going on in my brain.

Monday of this week I hooked up with my boss, my now retired vice-president of sales (the guy that hired me) and another region sales manager (the guy whose sales territory I inherited) at a hotel near Washington, DC.  They were there on business but asked me to join them for two nights.  It was a nostalgia fest.  Stories abounded, we all had them and shared them.  We laughed until we almost cried, with aching sides we just enjoyed the hell of out two nights being together perhaps for the last time as a group (but we hope not).

These guys are as close to me as my brothers.  I certainly have spent more time with them over the past 28 years then I have with my brothers, which is a shame, but it is the truth.  We have shared good times and bad; ups and downs; laughter and tears.  They are my mentors, my confidants, my friends and my family.  Their support of the years has been generous to a fault. 

My company has always promoted a sense family and teamwork from the very top all the way down.  I have made many, many dear friends during my tenure with it.  Some of people I worked with and who have retired comment on not missing the job, but very much missing the people.  I think I will miss both.

Mine is not a large company, so when I was made a region sales manager in 1986 I knew this job would be it for me, and I was more than okay with it.  I decided early on one of my duties was to develop future managers, and over the years many of my salespeople have received the company’s highest sales awards.  Six sales reps I managed have been promoted, in fact, my boss once worked for me.  Nothing has made me prouder than to see people move up in the organization.  I have always taken pride in my job and have never sought accolades.  I can look at myself in the mirror and love the guy I see there.

But now it is time for me to ride off into the sunset and turn this job over to someone younger and more energetic.  The business culture has changed, and while I hate to admit it, I have not.  It is time.

I got to spend a couple of nights with three guys I love.  We had our “cum-by-ya” moment, but fortunately I will see them again before the final day arrives.

I don’t know what will be the last day I see these guys before my final one, but I do know on that day the tears will flow.

And that is all I have to say about that… 

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