The new emperor hemmed and hawed at our meeting yesterday, using nebulous phrases, until I pushed him for a definitive answer. Which was no.
Good. Now I can move forward. After three years of uncertainty and speculation about whether there would again be funding at the end of the next quarter, I am glad to see an end in sight.
That said, I am stinging a bit. It does hurt my feelings somewhat to come to the realization that the entire world does not think I am indispensable. So I will wallow in self-pity for a couple of days, and then get over myself.
It is heartening to see that the old emperor and the good guy are both livid over this and are bending over backwards to try to change the outcome. I appreciate their concern, but I have lost my heart for this particular battle. The only fight I have left in me at this point is for a modest severance package.
In my mind, I am already gone.
Fallow - the Weakerthans