While everybody in the office was gathered for the shower and luncheon one of the customer-service people from the first floor mentioned, wow, a child, and asked idly, ``who'll be the next of us to get married and have a child?'' I haven't got any intentions of having a child, but married seemed to fit the bill so I volunteered that, just before someone else mentioned I was. I haven't talked up much my plans, since I don't much like talking about myself for a person who puts in 350 words a day every day about himself, and I don't interact much with her since she doesn't come up to the break room and I only need to go to the first floor to talk with the tech people, so, the news got to surprise her (``Really? Seriously?'') as well as a couple of other people who hadn't heard the gossip yet.
But since everyone was gathered around I got asked what my plans are, and I admitted, I expected to leave sometime next month, probably not to carry on working. I had the sense that I was envied, but I might just be reading that into their reactions. Most of the staff is people who've been with the company for decades, and are sticking around despite their frustrations since where are they going to get a replacement job before they retire?
The admission that I expect to be leaving also set off a flurry of questions from the boss's secretary, about whether the boss knows I'm leaving (he does), whether I have an exit date in mind (I haven't), and what plans the boss has for replacing whatever the heck it is I do (the boss told me, we'll talk later, and he hasn't been back in the office since, as best I can determine). I'm not surprised that she's being this organized and thoughtful about it, since she's an organized and thoughtful person. But considering I expect the boss and I will be winging it as I move out west, the pinning down of plans like that feels weird.
Trivia: In 1845 United States law dropped postage rates to 5 cents to send a letter up to 300 miles, 10 cents to anywhere in the Union except the Pacific Coast states, with a ``letter'' now an envelope weighing up to one ounce, rather than being specifically one sheet of paper. Source: The Story Of American Railroads, Stewart H Holbrook.
Currently Reading: The Essential Hal Clement, Hal Clement.
PS: Where Rap Music and Discrete Mathematics meet. ... What the heck, another little reblogging of some math humor.