Saturday, January 08, 2011
It's not a big secret that I have been wanting out of my job for a while now. I've been bitching and moaning about it. I've even started looking for some new employment. But I haven't really looked that hard. Or as hard as I could probably look. I believe that everything happens for a reason. I also believe that if you put it out there, the universe gives it back.
Yesterday, I got it back.
I was told by a confidant that my position will no longer exist as of September. I will be officially told in my regional meeting with my 15 other counterparts on Wednesday.
I'm not sad. I'm not even mad. I'm in this weird mood where I knew it was going to eventually happen. Which is probably why I am so indifferent to it. My first reaction was that I needed to be more proactive in my applications. Do things like call the companies to follow up on the application. Look into working not just for companies I would like to but for jobs that I have the qualifications for. And I will.
My husband had his initial freak-out moment. But he has calmed down and realized that I still have a job until September. That is if my source is correct. They could tell me something different on Wednesday. Nothing would surprise me. I kinda feel bad for some of the folks that have the same position as I do. I know I can rebound. But some of these folks were planning on retiring from this position. Not sure how they may take this. It may be a total surprise. Or they may already know.
I asked my source as to how reliable this info was. She said it was a done deal. She said that she was scared that I had called this fact at the end of last summer. I actually called it to the date. Scary indeed.
So, here is what I am thinking: as soon as they announce it, I will stand up, put my coat on, begin to walk out, stop at the door, blow my liar-of-a-coordinator a kiss, and leave. I think that may be the way I want to be remembered in this lousy company. What are they going to do? Relieve me of my job? Later.
Yesterday, I got it back.
I was told by a confidant that my position will no longer exist as of September. I will be officially told in my regional meeting with my 15 other counterparts on Wednesday.
I'm not sad. I'm not even mad. I'm in this weird mood where I knew it was going to eventually happen. Which is probably why I am so indifferent to it. My first reaction was that I needed to be more proactive in my applications. Do things like call the companies to follow up on the application. Look into working not just for companies I would like to but for jobs that I have the qualifications for. And I will.
My husband had his initial freak-out moment. But he has calmed down and realized that I still have a job until September. That is if my source is correct. They could tell me something different on Wednesday. Nothing would surprise me. I kinda feel bad for some of the folks that have the same position as I do. I know I can rebound. But some of these folks were planning on retiring from this position. Not sure how they may take this. It may be a total surprise. Or they may already know.
I asked my source as to how reliable this info was. She said it was a done deal. She said that she was scared that I had called this fact at the end of last summer. I actually called it to the date. Scary indeed.
So, here is what I am thinking: as soon as they announce it, I will stand up, put my coat on, begin to walk out, stop at the door, blow my liar-of-a-coordinator a kiss, and leave. I think that may be the way I want to be remembered in this lousy company. What are they going to do? Relieve me of my job? Later.
