This last week at work has been very crazy. I went to practice early on Wednesday morning and after I was at practice for around two hours before I was asked by the head athletic trainer to go pick up a player at the apartments and take him to the doctors for his exit physical. Players only get exit physicals when they are getting cut so it was a little awkward driving him around while I was still working for the Predators. That uncomfortable feeling is probably why the staff has interns drive players around when they are getting released.
So I drove him to the doctors and we were there for about an hour waiting for him to get his physical. After I dropped him back off at his apartments I got a call from Dad and he sounded very nervous and uneasy. I asked him what happened and he said that his whole department had just been laid off and he needed me to come and pick him up! After I picked him up he answered a couple phone calls from former employees and fellow employees. I was very upset that Dad lost his job but I knew that it wasn’t his fault. The only reason he got let go was because Rasmussen moved the department to Minnesota.
I was very disappointed though in the fact that Rasmussen did not offer him another position in the college. He spent almost five years there and they couldn’t find another position for him anywhere in the college at any campus. It was just disappointing because he had improved every department and every job he worked at there. As Dad and I drove home we talked about what his plans where, what his severance package was and how the whole thing went down.
After a little while I realized how ironic my day had been. I had spent most of my day driving around a player that was a dead man walking (meaning he was getting cut that day) and took him for an exit physical, then I had to go pick up Dad and drive him because he had just been “cut.” Ironic.