I have just returned inside from spending an hour or so outside in the yard on a beautiful evening. Together Wonderful Guy and I deadheaded (I kept a close eye on him, trust me!). I weeded some. The animals kept us company. There is no wind, the temperature is warm, but mild. The pesky mosquitoes that bothered us the last couple weeks are gone. In short, a perfect mid-summer evening.
Just what I needed to clear the head.
My head is full , you see, of work and the on-going uncertainty. Those of us who are left, and there are less daily, it seems, are wondering what the future will hold.
While I am working my program, and trying to act as if I knew today that everything was going to be okay (and I really do believe that it will be just as it needs to be), there are still feelings and some stresses that are natural in this situation. At least, I think it would be natural in a situation like this. I don't know, because I have never been in such a situation. This is an untrod path for me.
When is enough enough?
When does one cut bait (so to speak as I am not a fisherperson by trade)?
Well, not until I am paid, I guess.
Again, going back to my program, I will know what I need to do when I need to do it. For now, I know where the resume is on the hard drive, and I will work on the updating over the next week or so. Sooner, if I find myself unemployed. Later, if payroll is met (yes, we are due some funds), and the board decides on what, in my mind, at least, is the more favorable option for the future
It will be what it will be, but the unknowing is proving to be very wearing.
July 9, 2008
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4 comments:
It is not easy. I recall when Daddy was working construction and we knew the job was almost over. (Dad was a very good welder and usually the last to be let go)Every day we would wonder if tomorrow we would only go to school to pick up our records and say good by..or would we be there for another week. And we never knew exactly when or where the next job would be. I don't know how Mom did it, but we sure became good at packing up all of our things!! I know this is an apples to oranges thing...but for some reason this came to mind. Love, G.
Oh, Becky. It's not an easy situation to be in. Like I've said before, Rick was in the same position and it lasted over the course of two years. Two years of not knowing when the ax would fall. It's no fun.
Stick it out if you can for a severance package. I don't know where you work, but Ft. Collins and the area was once such a mecca for the electronics industry which just keeps falling apart.
I sympathize with you completely.
Work stress is sometimes the hardest to deal with...I can empathize completely with you. My boss didn't "get" me and I was sure I was going to be fired in January... to the point that I even cleaned my personal papers out of my files and locker. Fortunately, things have calmed down and cooler heads prevailed and my job is more secure now. My husband on the other hand, retired at 57 because he was layed off for the second time in a merger. That was 10 years ago. Now my stress is more at home. ;-) Hang in there and keep spinning and knitting.
Good luck! If the bottom falls out, I hope you land someplace wonderful.
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