Today I cut my last fabric- the last of 739 inner bags that will keep the Ft Wayne plant in poly line filters for 2 1/2 years, I'm told. The rest of the day, almost, I gathered rolls of fabric being sent to the other plants. For the last 20 minutes, I swept. And had Bob Seger's The Famous Final Scene and ELO's It's Over playing in my head.
The racks are coming down. The furniture from the upstairs office was brought down. All the cutting table computers save one were packed up. And yet, corporate sent us a roll of fabric for Target, despite the fact we are no longer cutting ANYTHING, much less Target. They have been doing this with Lowes as well, and Lowes was lost to us right after the plant closing was announced. Seems no one has deemed it important to stop the automatic ordering causing this, due to the sales forcast which no longer applies to us. My boss went to the plant manager begging her to make it stop. Last word was that it's become this whole thing, because it's so late in the season and why bother worrying about it?
We got the news that company president Bob will be down to say goodbye next week. Bob is a dear man and one of the few things about the company that I will regret leaving my life. He personally loaned me money to get a used car when I was in desperate straits. I would say he's a saint, but being a Jew may make him something else, though I wouldn't know what the Jewish term for saint is. (Sorry, forced attempt at humor.) Regardless, it's what he is.
For a moment before today's final buzzer, I leaned up against a table, chin on my broom, and gave my "emotion-denial" mechanism a chance to catch its breath. I wondered why I was bothering. The bell rang, people began the joyous bouncing out, and I wondered how dumb it might be to cry in front of them.
Then I saw that some comic had put a "Overtime Saturday All Employees" sign on the bulletin board, and it became a normal day again for a few minutes.
Just nine more days like this to go. Maybe.