The Mirror Tells No Tales

The mirror tells no tales … a spin on the poem the mirror tells no lies.  I look into the mirror and I swear I see a teenager.  Me at 19, when my life began.  Well, the life B and I have cultivated.  I am so freaking blessed y’all.  I am so not worthy.  I am truly grateful for being a part of something bigger than myself. Pinch me I must be dreaming.

I have worked for the same company for 33 years.  I am only 7 :).  Today I and 1199 of my cohorts with 26 to 39 years of service were honored at a wonderful luncheon.

Yep, you read that right.  1200 people who have a combined 45,000 years of service.  Sit back and let that sink in.  The average tenure in America is four years.  Not many companies can lay claim to the fame of having such a loyal workforce.

The theme – Strength in Numbers!  I felt like royalty.  I caught up with a dear friend which was bonus points.

The visionary man in my feature photo is General McDermott. This was the breaking ground at the campus where the home-office now resides. It rivals with the Pentagon in terms of size.  It has its own ZIP Code. When I first started there three of the buildings had not even been built yet.

Starting in 2019, the employees at the luncheon, will not have had the privilege of working for him.  End of an era. Bittersweet and still we roll on.

So whenever I get down or frustrated or <fill in the blank> I need to remember this moment.  Life is short and I will not take things for granted.  I am appreciative more than these few words can tell.

As always, more to come.

 

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