A resignation at Locus today. The new hire, she of the curly brown hair and wire-rimmed glasses, did not come in. Nor did she call. When Shelly went to Charlie’s mailbox she found his keys and a letter from the new hire saying she was sorry, she was resigning, she had thought she could take the pressure but she couldn’t and she wouldn’t be coming back.

This after Trevin has left us, so we are now down by two. I was annoyed, but Tim pointed out tonight she probably did it that wsy only because she felt she had no alternative.

The sequel to this is that a couple of years later, I was driving in some wooded, quiet area in Oakland and had paused at an intersection when I heard my name being called, looked to my left and saw her at the wheel of a UPS truck, waving at me. She looked round-faced and quite happy. We exchanged a few words, and she said she liked her new job much better. “It gets me outside,” she said.