Kemper Silver Ball

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all? I know that we would have been OK, but launching off into retirement feels like walking the plank. It is like taking that last step while blindfolded into the unknown, even with the best advice, no one can predict the future, but that is what you are expected to do. I know that many a mariner has proceeded me, often with a sword point in their back, but it feels better to choose your own moment to leap, instead of being pushed. I still have a job, but I don’t know what it is, except that I do. It is someone else’s job that I’ll be taking. That is the way it works at Spacely Sprockets. We are all relatively interchangeable cogs and the newer (not me), lighter (not me), better (?) cogs are swapped in for the newly excessed ones. I’ll have to learn their job and it will be an individual and because of my higher grade level it will have to be someone who I have known for years. They will be expected to bring me up to speed on what they have been doing. This sucks.