The old Room 12.
This article might be short and sweet, because it is really an addendum to my last memoir.
In my last article, “Memoir: Worry Not“—I outlined why I left my job of 27 years. While it is true that I left because I felt my professional integrity was being compromised—there was another big reason I left. There’s always a backstory, and this was no exception.
I wasn’t entirely forthcoming about why I left my job so quickly, in “Memoir: Worry Not“—which I will now divulge in a joyous and cathartic tsunami—of “spilling my guts.” Ha!
This turned out to be the “tipping point,” the ultimate reason why I made my decision to resign–and to resign immediately, without giving even a day’s notice.
tipping point: the critical point in a situation, process or system beyond which a significant and often unstoppable effect or change takes place
This could not wait! I had to resign immediately!
You see, my office was a refuge, that “Twinklebear” Lesley Maclean, my sweet Twin Flame and I have used as a private video conferencing room, ever since I re-found my beloved Twin Flame in late 2015.
In my office, I had absolute privacy with my Twinklebear, as my work schedule allowed. The only restraint there, was my work schedule. My office was an absolute necessity for us, because Twinklebear is in England, while I am in New York
When my now former employer informed me that she was confiscating my office for use by other doctors in the complex, I learned that I was being relegated to another room with three other people working in it.
It was then I knew that minutes—not hours or days—were numbered for me in my job.
Why was this? Because I would no longer enjoy any privacy with my Twinklebear, with the proposed new arrangements.
This was the “tipping point” which led me to leave my job—in a half hour flat—from learning the disheartening news from my former employer. It would be impossible for me to stay in those circumstances, where I could not video conference with my Baby.
Not even for one more day, man!
My plan was to immediately solve the problem. I would simply leave the job, and find another way that my sweet Twinklebear and I could video conference, without constraints. I am in the process of converting a small room in my apartment, into a private office, where I would have complete privacy to video conference with Twinklebear.
Ironically, now the constraint is Twinklebear’s work schedule, not mine. Twinklebear and I actually have more time to video conference than before, as I can duck into and stay in my private office at home—for as long as I like.
I’ve even order a nameplate for my private office door from Amazon.com today. It reads:
PRIVATE CONFERENCE ROOM
I love you, Twinklebear
Forever and a day
Twin Flames, Podmates always
Bear Pact Forever.
12 12 12 in every way
SCOTT “SOOKYBEAR” WONG