Bleeding Fiction

Five people have just been announced as leaving my company in the next few months:

One woman, our web tools and marketing development manager, is leaving for a better job elsewhere in the city. If I didn't have other plans of my own, I'd consider going after her job. I'm sort of qualified for it. Plus I'd get a neat new computer with a really big screen.

One of the program managers is leaving because her husband got a better job in D.C. I use the term "better job" subjectively here, since he's apparently going to be some sort of pentagon public affairs liason, which really can't be the easiest job given what's been happening lately. I know I wouldn't want the job; I'm not entirely sure I want anyone else to have it, either. I figure the pentagon should look pretty bad right now.

The mail guy is leaving for a summer internship in Disney's art and animation department. It's cool because he gets to draw and be creative in one of the biggest animation houses in the States. It's not cool because it's Disney. I suppose it balances out.

Two others, program coordinator types, are leaving to do Master's programs in International Studies. One's headed to England, the other's headed to Syracuse. Yes, Syracuse. It's funny to think of her kicking around my old haunts, taking classes in the Maxwell building, &c.

So, that's five. Plus me, who hasn't announced yet. Six people, out of just under 40. Something like one sixth of our work force. These things really come in waves, don't they?