“Don’t make me the Messenger from the Valley of Death. I don’t want to be the guy who walks employees out of the building on their last day.”
My employer agreed to my only request. For several months I watch the Messenger, a quiet young man in a baseball cap, walk people out during their final hours. He was not a happy man.
One day, there was a new Messenger and the first thing he did was walk the old Messenger out the front door. The old Messenger looked relieved.
I knew I made the right choice.
Dan Farren is a writer living in California.