I spent the afternoon wondering
One of the flight test crew decided today was the day to quit. He had it all planned out — got a job outside the country, sent out a “two weeks notice” on Monday, and a blunt “I resign!” email just seconds before he walked out the door just after 0900.
The disturbing thing isn’t that he built a huge bonfire out of his bridges, but the way he left. He’s a quiet kind of guy, and nobody really knew what was going on until he was gone: his coffee cup was half full, there were a few personal things on his desk, and his computer was still logged in. He just signed out of the building and walked out, as if he intended to return.
We joked nervously about him going postal.
No, none of us really thinks it’ll happen. Still, I think I’ll feel better on Sunday, just after he flies off for good. Until then, I’ll have the mental image of a gangster shooting fish in a barrel. And I’m one of the fish.