Burn Down The Mission

Today at around 2:20PM, I was unceremoniously escorted out of the building by my supervisor.

I had pretty much packed up everything already and cleared out my locker, but I was at least expecting to finish out the week. As it turns out, once you get your exit interview, it is company policy to hustle you out of these as fast as possible (with full pay for the rest of your shifts).

I kind of like the fact that they thought it would be dangerous to have me hanging around after all the paperwork had been processed. They had no problem leaving me alone in charge of what I estimate to be about a half a billion dollars of computer equipment every weekend for the better part of three years, but these last few days were apparently just too much to risk.

Somebody who took this to heart was one of my co-workers, who took the rest of the day off once she heard I was leaving. I mean, she was never my favorite person, but I had no great plan to go out in blaze of glory or anything!

As you can see from the picture above, my work uniforms however did meet a fiery end this evening. I always hated those stupid shirts, and it was a singular thrill to toast a couple marshmallows over their burning polyester embers.

Burn down the mission
If we're gonna stay alive
Watch the black smoke fly to heaven
See the red flame light the sky

"Burn Down The Mission" was performed by Elton John