I know nothing about Barney Frank, except for what Wikipedia filled in for me. But today, a New York Times story about Frank was on Reddit, and due to the fact that a quarter-million people had commented on it, I figured I’d give it a read.
It got me thinking about fatherhood, where I’m now working, and why I’m no longer keeping my new job a total secret.
No one wants to lose their job. But on December 14th, there I was, doing the walk of shame out of my former employer’s building with a box of crap I wished I hadn’t brought to the office in the first place. I lost my job for a couple of different reasons – the most important of which is that sometimes you and your employer don’t see eye-to-eye. It happens. You just wish, usually, that you were not seeing eye-to-eye while straightening your tie and getting ready to start at another job. This wasn’t really the case for me.
Because of the circumstances, I was gifted a couple weeks (and only a couple weeks, thankfully) of downtime. And though no one ever thinks that losing their job would be good on their family – it was great for mine.
I was reading a story over at Father Apprentice about how Chase Reeves started golfing with his father, who himself started golfing since it’s the international language of casual business outings. As I read Reeves’ story, I remembered a couple of pictures I saw on Facebook of a friend and his father after one of his golf tournaments. It really got me thinking about my friends and their fathers – and then to my own father and I. Unless I’m wildly mistaken, we never won anything together or had pictures of us taken after we father-sonned something.
Oh, I love the guy with all my heart. We’ve got a lot in common, and we’re never short on things to talk about. But we just never had a “thing” like other father-son teams have. No sports, no big activities, no common employer. Not even a small business. Nothing to suit-up for. Nothing major that we built together. No pictures of us with fish, targets, trophies, dead deer, awards, model planes. I don’t want to spoil the ending, but I’m okay with not having one of those “things” with my dad.